permanent resident
where did you go little chickadee
the summer is barely over
those eerie sounds you hear
wicked winds coming from the west
were never meant to scare you
come back please
please come back home
don’t leave me now I’ve much to learn
once everything dies I’ll be counting on you
to help me make it to the other side
september two thousand twenty
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