What is life without the light?
The breath of love transformed to life.
What is light without this life? Canyon of nothing transformed to sight.
Oh ancient ruler of the night, Bring her joy and curiosity.
To see the beauty of her mother, And all the sunshine in her smile;
Not for a moment, not for a glance, Focus her wandering eyes.
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As the golden star from deep horizons, Greets her soft and tender skin;
With chanting praises unto her innocence, In songs of rhyme and melodies;
From blessed hills of forest green,
Hum gifted birds on dancing trees.
In cosmic voices, they are saying, "Hold her close and never let go!" So sing my lovely, sing for her. And greet your dreams with ecstasy by Donald Seymour Stewart (Danny Stew) Montreal, Canada
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