Who opened doors and kissed the breeze
of inlet gold from depths of trees.
Who opened doors and kissed the breeze
of inlet gold from depths of trees
On August limb a bird me
that whistled constant harmony
A song from birth, a song aloud
still rings from mind and heart endowed,
And on this page, my gift to you
since from that day, on wing I flew
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