Is singing in the rain
At the top of the orange tree
The wind is rising and
The temperature’s falling fast
Every so often he flies up briefly
To shake off the rain
Then lands and resumes his singing
What does he have
That I don’t have enough of
Joy in being
A summer heart for a winter song
A home among the things
He takes for granted
Exuberant as sun or rain
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