With sweet moans,sweeter smiles
An image lying on oak arise
Dancing and singing with sparrow
Exploring the beauty of the show.
Time flies there comes the robin
As free as air the image join
Abandoned the golden tent stewed
Strings with the lamb he hewed.
As wise as Solomon the robin flew
Stained image left wet with dew
Coursing the wan'dring light
Vitigating his own lost of sight.
The physical body carried the lamb
To noxious image he lend his palm
A poignant gesture from the maker
Now tell me,who wasn't cared?
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