Sweet sounds they sing to the world forever
As day becomes a night within an hour,
Or sunshine fills with clouds and rain shower
Tranquil blossom will grow and endeavor;
Become preserved in memories or never
Finely woven golden ray bower,
With emotions to enchant or empower
Pure to the highest - clear to the clever.
Oh fairy-tale reject me not in esprit mood
My raving moment the best I can give,
Your limbs in the air like voice of honey;
I find no moment pale nor proud or rude,
For all your singing is for me to live
And further out to the darkness I'll see.
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