i once knew a birdie she sat upon my mental window scene-- and blew kisses-- she made me feel surrounded in happiness-- whenever i made contact with she... it seemed as if we *felt* in stride* although i hardly knew her i knew her.* we flew together-- and i have never had wings and had never seen an airplane in my lifetime... but nowadays the sunshine is tinted-- because that same birdie-- is more out of than... in my...mental...window...scene-- i caused that flight and it still hurts-- hurts to think it. hurts to speak it. and the worst of it all is... birdie won't come back. (come back birdie) sean.