Right near the building's peak
Pigeon poking his beakTrying to wake the other pigeon up
Still poking with no place left
From right and left
And all the other sides
Hours of trying
Hours of crying
The day turned in to night
With no letters delivered
No lovers catered
The day had gone by
He loved spending his nights
Looking at the city lights
Until darkness consumed him this night
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