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ELIZABETH'S SONG
Far away lives a lady who's a poet,
She can fly, but she won't show it, so folks don't it.
But if you ever cross the sea,
Please try to tell her this from me,
Oh, Word-weaver, Sentence-spinner,
Watching words unwind!
Letting loose the lyrics to the music in your mind!
Dream-maker, Breath-taker, sew a song for me!
Wrap it round a rhythm, set it free
To fly away.
She and I, for a moment, were together.
Now I try to forget her. I don't feel better.
The only thing that's left for me
Are pages of her poetry,
Oh, Word-weaver, Sentence-spinner,
Watching words unwind!
Letting loose the lyrics to the music in your mind!
Dream-maker, Breath-taker, sew a song for me!
Wrap it round a rhythm, set it free
To come to me.
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