Say to the stars how shiny they are. Say to the wind how gentle it is. Say to the dreams in a velvety air to 𝐂ᵃʳʳʸ𝐎ⁿ𝐂ᵃʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ𝐎ⁿ. Tell to all don't stop (no matter what sins will get to you) Hang on! I'll keep on loving you kindly, purely, cheery, immaculate, rousing up the attractiveness to the graceful cote of the miracle of what you are and who you are, indifferently how rarely or often my name  will be   on your lips...