I can't imagine why
The red finch mates and stays
Through these hot desert days
And these cold winter nights
Where I find them year-round
Settling for a life in my little yard
Migration doesn't seem to be
An option nor the climate
Any obstacle to the songs
They've planned I think
They've learned to live apart
From life and death
And come and go
To show me how
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