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Apon-mone gopon kone
I design my toys
Shutting out the world
In a secret nook within
Carving out each verse
In my workshed of words
From dawn to dusk
I am freed from all work
Rhyming each word
Measuring the meter
To fashion their colours
Who is the One amidst this world
Ever child-like in His delight
Who beckons me to join His play
And make provisions for His playhouse
He sets afloat a raft of songs
Drifting through woods in the dawn breeze
The butterfly he sets aflutter
To melodious tremor
Apon-mone gopon kone
I design my toys
Shutting out the world
In a secret nook within
Carving out each verse
In my workshed of words
From dawn to dusk
I am freed from all work
Rhyming each word
Measuring the meter
To fashion their colours
Who is the One amidst this world
Ever child-like in His delight
Who beckons me to join His play
And make provisions for His playhouse
He sets afloat a raft of songs
Drifting through woods in the dawn breeze
The butterfly he sets aflutter
To melodious tremor
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