Every morning now a mockingbird
Lands on my neighbor's roof
To get a load of me first
With her left then her right eye
Sitting here in the sunny shade
Don't you ever fly she asks
Her scolding is like an opera to me
Just lazing here in the shadowy light
Don't you see I say
You are what I dreamed of
The last bird in the world
Don't you see you conjured me
If I'm ever to fly
You must marry me
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