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Sky song
Oh, happy soul,
sunlight on my bossom
for the day grows old
and moon flowers blossom

Hark! O' Hark!
Cupids call on high
wings grow on hearts
Like a lark's first flight.

Mortal means
No longer reason
Life seems
like bliss and treason

My body!
My soul!
seem Gaudy,
unwhole

Compared to you,
Starlight smile
Heart pure and true
Cupid's only while

In flight, dear heart
though cherubs do try
No Lark -your heart,
A dove as you fly

My being I thrust
to your salvation
your eyes I trust
with love and patience

Everything for you
the song you sing
the things you do
the feelings you bring

Truth brought Olympus to grief
for love erodid time
and immortality became a thief
a poorly suited crime

Sunlight kisses your face
I look on with envy,
And carreses your hair like lace
A lover, strong as any

And so, my love, I give a gift
as would any mortal try
to bridge the titan rift
that connects us as we fly

Feathers on the wing,
Hearts upon the air
This is sky song we sing
Never with a care.