Tyna is called,
But beauty i saw.
Oh! maker of the earth,
Where is your mind's eye?
So i can show to the world.
Tyna is called,
But an angel of light.
Oh! maker of life,
Where is your divine ear?
So that Tyna i can hear.
Tyna is called,
But gifted of spirit.
Oh! maker of air,
Where is your earnest mouth?
So that tyna can talk.
Tyna is called,
But tender and calm,
Oh! maker of everything,
Where is your outstanding ovation?
So that tyna can be appreciated.
Indeed tyna is called.
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