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Song of the Daffodil

7/6/2021

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The daffodils
Like whippoorwills
Sing out to you
Beneath windowsills.
Come join us
As we welcome spring.
Come join us
With the joy you bring.
You,
Yes you,
And only you,
You are the yellow
To my blue.
The sun against
My morning sky,
My beacon
As I'm sailing by,
On stormy seas,
Against brutal clouds,
When dead leaves hide
You cry out loud:
Come join us,
Let's be born again!
Come join us,
We can all be friends!
We wish the seasons
To stand still
We wish for you
Our daffodil.
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