A song bursts in my soul,
A caged dove set free.
It flutters as it starts--
--now glides, ascending--
--now soaring, now flying--
--now spinning and diving.
The feathers catch on the notes of the wind,
And then, in the drift,
I am gone.
Gone to the land of romance and joy,
Gone to the land of sunshine and laughter,
Gone to the land of duets' composure.
All because you called my name. 

The End

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