A lovely song

You sang not a dead of heroes or of kings

She turned her eyes an looked away

But I possess the courage and the grace

I am weaving a song of waters

And you will understand

These thick rebellious streams

Woo an artful flute

A never ending star

Copper sun or Scarlet sea

To the tune a deep voice sings

us a lullaby

About the heroes victories

And the kings reigns.





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