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15/15 [4] Local PLasTic PoEtry (Could be?)
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Title: A Song of Love
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Date: Mon Oct 25, 1993 10:33:15 (0 days old)
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Origin: Plastic Poultry (Texas) [214-333-2949]
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From: Nuwanda #251 @1214016 VirtualNET
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Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are chee[ping,
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That lures the bird home to her nest?
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Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping,
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To cuddle and croon it to rest?
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What the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms,
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Till it cooes with the voice of the dove?
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'Tis a secret, and so let us whisper it low-
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And the name of the secret is Love!
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For I think it is Love,
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For I feel it is Love,
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For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!
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Say, whence is the voice that, when anger is burning,
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Bids the whirl of the tempest to cease?
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That stirs the vexed soul with an aching- a yearning
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For the brotherly hand-grip of peace?
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Whence the music that fills all our being- that thrills
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Around us, beneath, and above?
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'Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes-
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But the name of the secret is Love!
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For I think it is Love,
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For I feel it is Love,
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For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!
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Say, whose is the skill that paints valley and hill,
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Like a picture so fair to the sight?
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That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow,
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Till the little lamb leap with delight?
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'Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold,
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Though 'tis sung, by the angels above,
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In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear-
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And the name of the secret is Love!
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For I think it is Love,
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For I feel it is Love,
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For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!
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