She was born to shine, no church,
Shrine, nor palace,
For her, to walk over rainbow,
She follows her heart,
Where, she sings to, Jo, while, soft-air,
Flow,Yes, she was born,
From life, river stream; everlasting,
Dancing, up-stream,
Diverting, thy-scene, for all and her,
To play, harmonious melodies,
Thy-hymn.
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
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