Little Heart

October day, the west wind warms
A maple tree and rustling autumn leaves
Through this jaded town her laughing sings
Fatigued men and houses, streets she raises

And to cherish each second's breath
Her little heart tells me

A dew drop meadow the morning sun reveals
Dandelion flowers in excited infant's hands
Balcony curtains frame a windmill ladybird
Her sapphire children's eyes, they beam in wonder

And to cherish each second's breath
Her little heart tells me

October day, soon the north winds will blow
A passage of birds high above those times to come
My aging hands hold you tighter, my dear
A gentle voice is calling me, yes, I'm your father

And to cherish each second's breath
Her little heart tells me



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