On the last December night
Think of me, my dear knight,
When you hear twelve beats of clock
Let your soul talk to God.
Close your eyes to see my face,
Let your heart feel godly grace,
Let your love sing a melody
of infinite eternity.
Be beholder to your Lord
for everything you’ve ever got.
Please, be happy knowing me.
Make your wish and
LET IT BE!
Let it be!
© Copyright: Lena Prosto, 2003
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