I’m waiting on the top of roof
Every day from dawn to dusk
I'm waiting to see.
Evenly flying migratory birds
which I call by name
I'm waiting to see.
You’re in my stream of dreams
My hope to meet is steaming-up
I'm waiting to see.
You are on the top of the world
I seem quite old, that I’m told
I can’t wait to see.
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