Birds serenading at so strange an hour!
When the world is asleep, they wisper love.
Wish i were one of them; so pure and naive
I'de sing to you, at stangest the hours, every day and every night, till you became my prayer;
For love is my prayer and love the reason i believe in Jehova-
He who set this fire in me, he who let us be.
Let us let Newton describe wonders of our world but our love;
For if there's only one enigma left, that shall be felt-measured not!
Let's not let him prove our God.
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