[for Grace]
We'll find you a new song
within a sepal of serenade
Dropped from a window of heaven,
We'll search through colourful petals
In the tune of lilies
of covenant of celibacy.
We'll sprinkle on you
flying colours of songs
made from pianissimo,
Like quiet love, a light of values eternally.
We'll sing to you a new song
A liturgy, arranged on the vase of sweet feelings;
In pristine tunes, deep-toned with lips of mild lightenings
In glorious piety, played with the tune of morning doe.
We are full of joy of spring,
For in you are droplets of singing grace,
You share the sheer scents of angels
from the garden of heaven_
You are an euphony from the rains of juicy June.
We'll sing for you a new song
made from origami of sublimation;
We'll sing for you a new song
For you're one between the hearts of angels.
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