Standing beneath
a billowing cloud
I stood before you
So sure, so proud
I sang for you,
not for the crowd
And my song was
So clear, so loud
From my heart
I pulled the shroud
And gave to you
All my heart allowed
When the song was done
to you I bowed
Then I put my heart
Back into its shroud
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