When Nebadonia
When Nebadonia, the Heavens Mother
is sending me a falcon in the skies,
to let me fall in pure state of wonder,
with my jaw dropped in watching, and big eyes;
When Mother NEB, in Her divine, sweet manner
enchants me with a falcon in the skies,
above my kitchen roof, right in my nostrils,
to make me dance and laugh and cry my eyes;
When that majestic FliegerMeister-Wonder
his lovely circles turns, plays with the winds,
with mighty grace well hovering the spaces
in all blue skies, me marvel news he brings —
Then is a day to lift my eyes to heaven.
ÉirePortal Island calls it The New Day!
It is the Day when Trumpets all resound,
the Prince of Peace is now on Earth to stay!
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Cosmic Liberty 