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Life Song

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Benjamin Hobbes

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There is a song, older than men,
older than hills, forest, and fen.
This song is life, life is its song,
but no matter the singer, none can do wrong.
There are places, treble and bass,
for all in this world, we all have our place.

I heard once, a sweet strain of strings,
it was the sun shining, on a small stream.
Drums in the deep, rumbleing and rolling,
they were storms, around Mount Orwall.
Chimes tinkleing, some high and some low,
leaves on the trees, as the wind blows.
Cymbals crashing, reverberating in the air,
a pair of lions, fighting for their lair.
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