A top the hills
Where early morning sun’s rays
Like the golden God’s spears
Struck sweetly their skins
So the kings built their palaces.
Inside the nests
Where soft cotton-like feathers
Did the inside walls
And warm like linen in queens' beds
So the weaverbirds for young ones
They build their nests.
Inside your heart
That your smiles reflect
Eyes glowing and smart
I’ll love my home in your heart
All comfort of a warm heart
Make me a home in your heart.
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