the morning birds may sing their songs
which those birds of the day have lost
but come the evening, come the dark
they trade libretto as a host
that when the sun doth rise again
each tiny heart will hold its voice
among the choir that praises dawn
a thousand voices as one rejoice
Wow. This is so good. I love it.
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Beautiful
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