Their melodies
sing soft and sweet
bringing forth their light.
They never rest,
or fade away,
working all the night.
They sing and sing,
without a stop,
and give their wings some flight.
And if their tune,
did ever die,
I would not be all right.
For their lovely song,
I sing with them,
and I keep my light.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
Their melodies
sing soft and sweet
bringing forth their light.
They never rest,
or fade away,
working all the night.
They sing and sing,
without a stop,
and give their wings some flight.
And if their tune,
did ever die,
I would not be all right.
For their lovely song,
I sing with them,
and I keep my light.
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