Bless my city with twelve songs: One for do-rights, two for wrongs. Three for youth, elders make four. Five for belov'd ancestors. Six for wealthy, seven poor. Eight for sinners, nine for pure. Ten for great, eleven small, and this twelfth song sunf by all. With twelve songs our city's bless'd. Twelve songs sung we long for rest. When we rise up in the morn' twelve new songs be born.

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    General Commentthis song reminds me of kids during the victorian era sitting up on thier rooftops at dusk, with a full moon out, and calling out to each other.

    ...believe me, it's much more intricate in my head.
    pinkandblurryon December 09, 2007   Link

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