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you play on my instrument of being. My strings, strummed by the gentle caring of your love. you pleasingly pluck the notes out just so and let them ring true till the full counted beats complete the measure. Though the notes often change pitch, they are forever played in the key of Love. upon my soul and resonates the same lightness that carries me to the stars. Your more sullen tones en vibrato stir and tingle the most guarded depths of me. Create one voice to sing the song of Love. |
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