The song of life is playing
through you and me and air,
through rock and bird and universe,
in rhythmic, perfect sound.
It sings itself so beautifully,
that all does come to be,
in perfect, sure reality;
from notes we cannot hear.
And yet we feel it's movement,
vibrations soar through time,
as all is made material;
the world we know does rise.
through you and me and air,
through rock and bird and universe,
in rhythmic, perfect sound.
It sings itself so beautifully,
that all does come to be,
in perfect, sure reality;
from notes we cannot hear.
And yet we feel it's movement,
vibrations soar through time,
as all is made material;
the world we know does rise.
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