There sounds the chirping mandolin,
And, in sympathy, chimes violins
Our symphony did thus begin
That takes me back to you
My life-long quest spans here and far
No lighthouse beam, no guiding star
Need ever tell me where you are
Your aura reveals you.
Our bond is sanctioned by decree
A silent song from you to me
Spills full in faithful harmony,
Descried by God for all to see
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