His first murmur ringing on
The ear of life’s beginning
Communication tongue
Waving into bells of air
Despair overwhelming
Rare serenity caring
Deep contented gongs
Winded spare
Unadvantages but one
Sound of advantage
Bongs and clangs
A drum and he makes life
Come away prepare
No sun can be more
In tune with ever
Clever enough to be
Music deep delight
Despair to greet the heart
Felt through the bone
Weary to the soul
Destructive to nothing
Else filling living
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