And the city time's opposite noon the clock lands
Sun, reflecting of the moon in my hands
It's brightness did lighten it there for man
And the amazing rays earth do bring upon it
And the galls over rivers soaring above
Flying high by day: for then pouring love
And they sing in anticipation of men coming together
They sing loud of the nations in the coldest weather
And there safety can be found in its warmth
Their beautiful sounds thing that deserve of a man
the attention of a mob that lasted long
Now, that's music's job, which serves its ejaculating song
THE music, The greatest of our songs, happily humming along
We sing quietly along! Steaming breaths lasting long
Leaving pain just wholly gone as we continue to smile on
Those that are present should sing with the souls growing song
2007-12-28
18:05:47
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