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as i approach my second spring
and as you enter your first summer
a song of your own score we'll sing
and eschew the old beat's drummer
lifted on our lucent wings
we'll weave a flight through golden strings
and play in stead with heaven's strummer

your song of open hearted cheer
will soon invite all those to harken
who with dim awareness peer
from locked up windows thickly darkened
they'll strain their ears to better hear
the song you'll sing, forgetting fear
briefly silencing their barking

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