Heartlet Gold on a sparrow night
Which two of my delight,
Feathers in the wind,
Spun in the heart,
A candle light burns,
And thunder roars,
To ones known,
Dream departs
As I think aloud of that,
Sparrow,
I dream that night,
of children scores,
and know to my delight,
The candle will stay lit,
As broken wings fly,
in the that moon lit sky
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