Heal what you kill,
Give it life.
Tuning harps to sing our songs;
Starlight spelling you.
Finding trees to settle nests;
Sunshine melting dew.
Heal what you kill,
Lend it life.
Beeing hives to honey sweet;
Moonlight oozing zeal.
Hasting bliss to please a heart
As a fleeting whirling wind;
As a rolling wheel.
You ache, distort and kill my heart,
Set it turned to you.
Break and cast it wide apart,
Teathered to thy tune.
I shall not flee my teathered part,
To wallow in distune.
As a drenching cat-
I heal what I kill
And lend it life.
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