

OUR SONGThere is a music, a combination of chords and tones That no composer can put together and ever call his own. It is the sweet whisper of the wind as it caresses the tree tops. Singing its own little love tune in words only to which the leaves can respond. It is the soft morning call of the birds as they rustle awake in their nests. Rousting out their little ones, inspecting them before they take to the air to gather breakfast. It is the way the water in a little brook flows along, trickling like orchestra bells, Shimmering like a flute played by some fae of the dawn. It is the song unique to everOUR SONG
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