He saw that I was lonely as he fluttered by my office, he was smelling flowers and twirling in the sun and gave it all up to pop in and say hello. He has traffic lights on his wings and love in his antennas and as he flies around my desk I'm reminded of cold mountain breezes and long lazy days in front of the fire.
He and my eyes are a dancing a dance. It's the Charleston Box-step and my eyes know all the moves.
(L)
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