What is your name?
Not the name I call you,
when I have no imagination
when I have no imagination
and enviously watch you soar.
What is your name in heaven?
The sound which stirs your soul,
the sound which sets you free.
What is your name, here, at early dawn?
Where you sit perched, with knowing eyes.
Brought here by my tears,
Brought here by my tears,
because I forgot your name.
Anne-marie
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