Buzzing of crickets, gentle the warmth.
Hear! Those feet, all stomping for you!
Hear! That fiddle singing your praise!
Hear, O hear! Your lives’ trudging pace!
Hear! The sound of summer night’s blue!
Hear the creaking, a violin, its cry for times for which to long.
Hear the thump of feet about, a pulse for lover’s wedding dance.
Hear the fiddle’s olden tales, of forests deep and fields of song.
Memories, passions, bonds and ties,
Thickens the air, the senses enhance.
Two sets of feet and two sets of eyes,
There is the truth, there is your chance.
Hear! Those feet, all stomping for you!
Hear! That fiddle singing your praise!
Hear, O hear! Your lives’ trudging pace!
Hear! The sound of summer night’s blue!
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I wish you the grandest of fortunes, P & L.
Treasure one another, for you are truly special.
Treasure one another, for you are truly special.

1 comment:
Tack, fina vännen. Det var magiskt, men hade inte varit utan er alla. Tack, tack, tack.
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