Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Sing a song

Sing a song of sixpence.
The lonely nighttime's cry
Shakes the heart with quiet words
And leaves me with a sigh.

When the soul is opened,
With angels can we sing;
And so the lover's deepest wish
With everyone does ring.

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