A Song
Let me sing you a song dear,
of moors wide and skies clear,
of love that reside in amber rays,
wild blossom and butterfly plays,
spiders tangled in silver webs,
footprints on the receding ebb,
of smiles dripping with blueberry,
kohl eyed deer and rabbits fuzzy,
silent nights and crystal stream,
dreams bursting at the seams,
the music my dear would echo still,
in your heart remember, if you will.
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