You beckon my bent sails
You broadcast my specialties
And grow along side me
Your names I long to hear
Your voice I love to listen
To mellow down and hear
All that you must say
Sweet as dandelions
April Shower mornings
Restful and rejuvenated
Underneath your awning
Myself the self is yearning
Cheering, Clapping, Yawning
Waiting for the spring time
Wakeful during the evening
Come and rest and share this breath
Consume me in your sultry depth
I rest and climb so free again
Alone with you my gentle friend
I'm with you my gentle friend
Alone at last alive again
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