A melody goes floating on the vast azure sky
With cadence and beat to a faraway, unknown site.
There is no end at any time;
Any delay by obstacle does not fly.
At bosom of a molecule the tune had stirred,
Its sound thrown upward by the mouth of universe.
That sound, it moves ahead with immense pleasure,
Without hesitation, on the stellar sky.
In a distant past the hymn had risen;
That undying song frolics on time's current.
Even still it's remained in the modes of music,
In the ambrosia-flow of an endless sky.
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My song will die tomorrow, but I sing His song forever.
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