Come heal my heart
It is shaken, bruised, broken
Play that soft music
That lingers on the flowing brooks
Send that soft fragrance
From the forest with the breeze
Paint the sky that lovely blue
And the soft pink of sunset
Spread a soft green carpet of grass
For me to lie and watch the clouds pass
Oh Magician, heal me with your magic
That only you know how to weave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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