Why do the birds
Sing Sing Sing What is the point of their call? Is it a joy they must share from within? Or is there no point at all Regardless of such Their beauty does touch All who listen these songs So with an open heart Let questions depart And enjoy the birds all season long
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Flee forth from heaven when value is lost
All who journey there are the same Sieze at those who find a true fire And spread light upon life's game This true what they say Sieze the day Savour each momoent in time For when heaven calls Answer with Om Gustav was a wanderer The soft arms of history
Cradle us all Through death, rebirth, and life The flow not all smooth And effects great and small By holding all things just passing by People remember and then they forget Our knowledge doth come and go Through all this moving History Finds it At least this is a comfort to know |
Douglas Karson
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