This song of mine will wind its
music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of
love.
The song of mine will touch your
forehead
like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by
your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are
in the crowd
it will fence you about with
aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of
wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to
the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star
overhead
when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of
your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the
heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in
death,
my song will speak in your living
heart.
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