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A Song Sweetly
The eyes from the soul a song do compose,
and freely from emotion doth it flow.
Pure melody it should be i suppose,
but dreamers' beat could be a bleating crow.
To aspire to be all that one can be,
a spirit's call to transcend destiny.
With harmony to put to rest one's fate,
a sad sonnet to ward against world's hate.
A solemn hymn to shine against dark strife.
Steady rhythm expresses sadly love,
maybe ballads to tell of lonely life.
A faster beat to rise the fallen dove.
Peace, eternally, a sweet song doth sing,
and forever love from our hearts doth ring.
