It, s so fair as it
Fell again on the full
Moon, let's wake dianas
Soul with songs, and
Celebration, is my
Birth day a cause
For celebration? or
To look back home
To the soil that
Calls me son, that
Night, my moon queen
Moan in the morning
Of birth pangs to bring
Me forth, great tears
Of lipsy in praise to
Raise the maker for me
Her cuddled like bird
In the nest, and manifest.
You are best among the
Rest, I bowed to confess
And here we cling, and
Clink glasses together
Today to toast in the
Hall of herot, but shall
I live long to see the
Love lines of this lyrics
Sang by my sons? here lies
The perishing young rose
And the lingering old tree
But I shall live long
To kiss the last days of
My househood
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