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He is my thunderbird, he is my light,
He who has eyes that glow in the night.
He is my pearl, and I’ve dove deep to find him
He is my love, my stars, my Snufkin.
He is my candle, and I’ll read by his light,
He who whistles and wishes on kites,
He is my moon, so soft and soothing,
He is my sweet, my soft little Moomin.
He is a line of verse you find in the back of a book,
He is a fish fighting his way from a hook;
He is a traveled path filled with pine
He is Snufkin, and he tells me he’s mine.
I’ll not deem to possess him, I’ll not use a net
I’ll let him swim where he pleases, but one day I’ll bet
He comes close to my fingers and nibbles my hand,
And allow me to muss up his scarlet strands.
He is a constant, something dependable,
And he is never, ever expendable—
He’s just as enduring as a note in a song
And without him, I fear, the winters are long.
But when he races for me, the sun on his skin,
I’ll open my arms and let him right in;
I’ll take down defenses and all of my shields
And with him, my traveler’s ache has been healed.
He is my thunderbird, he is my light,
He who has eyes that glow in the night.
He is my pearl, and I’ve dove deep to find him
He is my love, my sun, my Snufkin.
He is my candle, and I’ll read by his light,
He who whistles and wishes on kites,
He is my moon, so soft and soothing,
He is my sweet, my heart, my Moomin.