Should my mind in sorrows wade, or tedium of life entreat.
A favoured song of past replayed, will lift my soul and stir my feet.
A lyrical concerto’s air, impels my gloomy heart ascend.
Motifs move me from my chair, by Lennon and McCartney penned.
The sparrow and the robin’s call, portend the lovely summers day.
And cardinals my ears enthral, with melodies above the fray.
Yet I would leave them all unsung,
For whispers of my lover’s tongue.
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