I am writing you a short letter and promise it won't be long
for you are far away and all alone.
It's been a while since we last spoke
talking and laughing at my awful jokes.
The garden's green and the flowers are in full bloom
I've cleaned the house and now started to paint your room.
I had such a problem trying to chose a colour
was it to be 'Peach' or some other?
And as I was struggling to decide
I saw something sitting on the fence outside.
A little bird with a bright red chest
so the colour of your room is - can you guess?
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