Love Is The Chorus
There’s a lullaby for suffering; words so sweet, a pot of gold nods, showering its coins in a melodious rhythm over every rainbow colour.
There’s a lullaby for suffering; in a sharing of music so captivating, the most ragged man woman or child, can hear it, can understand it, can stretch out a wanting hand and receive its melody.
There’s a lullaby for suffering. It's the smell of a beautiful charm on the wind. A refrain, so enchanting, the greediest man, woman or child will wither under its spell: transforming to a thunderous sound of - love is the chorus.
HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY
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