The song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
My song will like a pair of wings in your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes and will carry your sight in the heart of the things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in the leaving heart.
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