I watch them from my window
Flying south
Black specks against the late evening sky
As you drive away in your black beetled car
Three years we had
One of joy, one of sorrow and one of indifference
And now I watch with clear eyes
And optimistic heart
Following the beating wings overhead
As they travel on to warmer climes
So too will I, flying solo,
Moving closer to warmer hearts
Kinder arms and tender words
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