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I have heard the song of the bird in my breast
saying, 'lover be strong, though this world is a mess
Thou my best thought, by day or by night'
Will I fade when I lose you Oh lover be kind.

Seraphim angels attend to my doubts
in your living room Thursday, I cast it all out.
'Thou and thou only, first in my heart'
you were carved from the mountains, oh lover of art

The breaking of dawn, like the fraying of thread
we were carried along with the breaking of bread.
'Heart of my own heart, whatever befall'
though the darkness may hide thee, still harken my call.

Love of my summer and love of my fall
I may miss you in winter, if I must miss you at all.
'Riches I heed not,' nor arrogance cheer.
That I may love thee in springtime, oh lover be near.