Sing me your own song
on a blanket under the green
leafed tree
Next to the lake..calm
In Summer's warm set
Sing to me your personal psalm
We become the flowers, the grass
the water
As we trace the sun's pass
across the perfect puffy clouded
sky
I am those clouds drifting
as your lyrics and melody
you are gifting
to my ears and my heart
Sing your song to me
The one that tells me who
you are
And I will sing it to myself
When from you I am
far
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