My eyes are the stars
that gaze down from the heavens,
my voice is the sound
of the waves on the sea,
my hair is the color of
berries and moonlight,
and my wings will ever shelter thee.
The vine is my lover
and I am the branches,
my arms will embrace
both the ivy and loam,
I seek no horizon,
and I revel in chances,
like wind I race
the ocean foam.
The moon knows well,
if you'll but ask her,
I live beside her,
endless youth,
the springtime blossoms
court my laughter,
and in my hands I hold the truth.
The years that turn are only movements
in the everlasting dance,
and Joy alone
will guide you home,
if you give her but a chance.
My hope is strong,
my voice is merry,
rejoice with me
in ancient song,
the seasons cry
with joy the message,
A merry heart, it liveth long!
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