Let the trumpets sound, let’s bang the drum
Let’s call the world to hear
What wonder this ten years has been, and is,
Each minute, each hour, each day so dear.
Shall I share the splendid news
That age and love live well
There is no damping down
As far as I can tell
Dawn, my smiling start to everyday
The warmth of every night
She’s the laugh that wraps my soul
The touch that lights the light
How loudly shall I trumpet the glories so far untold?
Shall I keep it quiet, or really bang the drum?
No, I’ll keep it secret, there’s only me that knows
How beauty dawns each lovely day, – never growing old.
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