If you sing to the wind,
He'll carry your song.
Up around the bend,
Singing loud and long.
If you sing to the sky,
To the electric blue.
Your song will fly high,
Like the larks always do.
If you sing to the moon,
On a chrystal clear night.
She will start to swoon,
She won't hide her delight.
12/8/10 Alton Texas
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