Not sure it was the sun or your thought,
That brought me the morning today.
Though the morning was brighter than ever,
The chirps were louder and clear,
The breeze as cool as it was never,
Something was amiss however.
'Magic' as it is, a little bird flew in from nowhere,
Sat on my window and sang as if it didn't care,
With every moment my morning turned more charming,
That smoky voice is still in my head, is that alarming?
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