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May 2012
Oh, little birdie, all dressed in white
Tap on my window tonight
For its your love I need
Come to my window, steal me away, I plead
This life is stale, what lies in store?
I feel desire burn down to my core
For more than this life, for more...

Little bird in white
Turning away from my window tonight.
Rosie Wisniewski
Written by
Rosie Wisniewski  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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