Tell Him
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Will You Ever Sing
By Peter S. Quinn
Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me -;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.
There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.
Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.
By Peter S. Quinn
Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me -;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.
There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.
Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.
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