Four and Seven
Light breaks upon tender face.
Skin soft, morning beams.
To collide with fire, deep burn.
Let notes ring out, music return.
Sweet melodies, with flutter,
Carried on winds so familiar.
Drift from smiles, eyes bright.
Hold on, cradles of light.
Bridge to chorus, let sing.
Lingered touch, white future.
Four and seven long years;
remain, leave history with fears.
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