The canorous and pleasant sound,

Soothing my pains and wound,

Bringing you joy,and makes you eager,

Just to hear more of  it’s trigger.



Just like a bird it thus sang,

Oh! come,Oh! come the voice rang,

If only i could have that sonorous voice,

To make my heart glad and rejoice.



Peace,joy,Love,Unity Thus it shout,

Willing to give you these for free,

If only you would only agree,

And succumb to its plea.



The Voice is the call of the hour,

Igniting the bride in That Tower,

Up Up on the Horizon,

Oh! come,Oh! come it thus shouts.

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