My Heart is Happy with many a song,
Some You sing soft, some You sing low.
My songs thou, DoNot to Me belong.
Some are so sad, You sing low~n~slow.
Many are happy alive and free,
But My songs do not belong to Me.
The Wind may Scream, but have no fear,
My songs are Beautiful as You will hear.
You may hear OurSong or the Bird on the wing,
It may be a Train, You may hear the Wind sing.
That may be OurSong heard in a low tone,
May be just the Wind, in a low moan.
But Our songs do not belong to You or Me,
A Wicked Wind sings Them, They are set Free..
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