Jubilee

This song is for you: The highest of the low.
The lowest I’ve been, I’ve been it for you
when I was a-sleepy and silently weeping
with nowhere to go, but your gardens so windy.

I thought: “I’ll be back and I’ll merge with your kind”
as I was in search of some merit and freedom
and all of the things you do own without seeking,
You’ve always been big, and you’ll never slow down.

Not even if I was the limelight.

This song is for you: The highest of the low.
You were born for things like this, or say, were you not?
And when I saw you silently casting a frankly shy tear,
I thought It was worth it, or say, was not it?

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