Song of the World
The song of the world is spun of gold.
It glints in the light from the summers of old.
It lights the path down the dark trails,
And fills, once again, tired fishermen’s sails.
The song of the world takes many a shape.
It disguises itself for the loved ones sake.
It is a bird flying high over the land,
It is the comfort in an old friend’s hand.
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My brain wants to accentuate "nights" to rhyme with "lights", but "SUMmer nights" is what I end up saying."