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Let Your Song Be Heard
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Love And I have flown, my love,
to the island of my dreams;
each night I fly the starlit way
a million times, it seems.
Roses and dreams and silver wings
and somedays golden bright,
lovers singing songs of love
and sonnets in the night.
Reaching out, you've touched me
in ways you cannot know;
you became the wind beneath my wings,
my friend to love, my own.
In skybird sounds, I hear your voice
and feel your warm embrace,
for I have heard your song, my love,
in dreams I see your face.
