Poetry
As I sing
The sky fills rich with joy
Birds diving from the breathless heights
Like giant, winged lions
flying through the clouds so coy
Through the haze
Of the young morning's maze.
As I sing
The sky fills rich with joy
Birds diving from the breathless heights
Like giant, winged lions
flying through the clouds so coy
Through the haze
Of the young morning's maze.
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