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Annie's Song
Annie’s Song
Annie sings the beauty
into whispers full of light
Annie sings the baubles
into visions of delight
Threading, threading, threading;
Annie’s fingers never stop,
while smiling, talking, giving gifts...
won’t you come to Annie’s shop?
Look and see, touch and feel,
twirl pretties round and round.
Give a listen to it all,
‘tis the song of Annie’s sound.
“Sound?” you say, “I heard it not!”
Oh, I say that it is so.
It is the sound of Annie’s heart -
the sound of this I know.
Is it for love and beauty -
the treasure that you seek?
Should you doubt the choice of it
give Annie just a peek
of who and what is in your heart
- of all you hold so dear -
hearing is a form of art;
Annie listens well...it’s clear.
When her fingers start to fly
with hemp and glass and stone
see that what she makes for you
is a creation much your own.
Annie’s song is joined with yours -
rhythm, tone and note,
a joyous jeweled symphony,
that you and Annie wrote.
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