
Burning bright in hands of deliverance,
she can only imagine how it sounds.
"Hark!" says the hummingbird, whose song is dark
and hates the land.
but, wait...I see something in the distance...
Slowly, arriving upon the hills,
I see it coming here. It is here.
Love has come to dwell amongst this land.
So be renewed in a sweeter voice, 'O bird of song.
Let the nectar give you a joyous melody.
And love is radiating,
like I've never seen.







ing alone,


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