Gentle dawn breeze through curtains tall ocean
Fleeting o’er sleepy soul, eyes silently ticking clock
And clinches hung the Wind Chime, in contented motion
Twirls Chime, chants harmony on this dearest knock.
Glides wind the song, door to door on lighter wings
Like music echoed Olympus that Apollo Phoebus played
Or song of beauty girl for lover she warmly sings
Overheard country-boy and forever they stayed.
You have been source of life, endless flow of psalms,
In shape of my impulsion summing up to me alms
O wind! You flow always, O Chime! You blow forever
Your songs shall echo till eternal, in heart shall die it never.
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