I love,
Song,
The song has
Own life.
Sweet and sound,
Straight and round,
I discover here
And I found.
Song of clay,
Song of trouble,
Song of life.
I love song,
Cold and unfold.
True song,
Love song,
Mine and yours, dear.
All joys,
All virtues
Are there in song.
I sit, I sleep,
I walk and I
Proceed ahead
With the song
Day and night.
I breathe with song,
I want to hear
My own tongue.
All nature is here
In the song,
I meet all,
I counter all,
In the song.
And the song
Gives me
New dream, new stream,
And all newness in life.
I love song,
Where you are
There all the time, dear.
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