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The black and yellow finches
That nest in our new ferns
Which hang upon our front porch
Wait for the warm sun to return
Impatiently, as I wait for you
Impatiently, as I wait for you
The night surrenders swiftly
The moon retreats from sight
The darkness that surrounds me
The sun cuts like a knife to shine
Impatiently
Impatiently
The birds singing
The sun rising
Impatiently
As I wait for you
For you, for you, for you
