Nothing Compares
Like birds returning from winter's migration
Like salmons coming up the rapid to spawn
Like a creature awakening from hibernation
Like roosters rooting up the silence of dawn
Like the moon coming out of the darkness
Like a fragrance sweet on a windy night flies
Like the hummingbirds tongue stiif with sweetness
Like the arrow of cupid to the heart doth flies
Your are my new day, my spring bringing peace
Like a cataract white where raprures never cease
Nothing compares to you my, love
Nothing competes with the you, I love.
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