My words I set to music
In the silence of your soul,
In hopes a heart, to win apart
By the time that we grow old.
Your eyes I set as windows
Upon most perfect scenes;
To show the days clear deepness
Holds all truth really means.
Of your days, a life is fashioned;
The altar for my dreams:
I give to you my furthest stars,
A wish, a prayer; and wings.
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