With the song in the heart
There is always some silent
Falling to the moments on
That spread their ways and routes
Love songs of sensitivity
With its infinity moves
The steps of the lost and found
In occasion and goings
Like a river heart flowing goes
Spreading and splashing on
Increasing the flow it has
Or drying to the mire
Every song of its beat
Is for lovers to hear in their dream
Or for compassion to hold to
In their listening and touching
Give every throbbing that’s heard
Blue sparks of time to come
Settle the discretional beats
In to spread on time like water
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