Song of Joy

Pour the wine to my gullet
so it may, through my blood,
reach the ends of my fingers.
Then hand me my six-string.

Pitch the voice to that of joy
the key doesn't matter
and heckle me with laughter
I do not do this for mastery.

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sing with me the psalms of joy
rejoice the life of boys with toys
the bat and ball, swimming at the waterfall
we sing songs, sing and play

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If I don't think of cynics
and instead think of your smile
and contemplate the sky a while
I then can sing a song of joy

and I do not need to find a pitch
for my spirit is rich
and my voice is worthy
to sing any song that is a song of joy

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