Let me sing you a song dear,
Of rivers wide and silent streams
Of love that flows through
Wild blossoms and butterflies of May
Of a struggling spider in its silvery web,
Footprints on the receding ebb
Of your smile as sweet as honey,
Radiant and gleaming as it can ever be
Of a heart beating with hopeful dreams
In a silent night under the glow of moonbeams.
The music my dear would echo still,
In your heart remember, if you will.
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