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Nightingale


My, my, my look at how the wind blows When you held me I heard a sweet tune Something only angels could know I hear the sound and get lost in you and suddenly the world doesn't seem so blue Dear, you have wreaked havoc here I get all tangled up whenever you're near I say I can't stand it but I love it and you know that You called me your Nightingale As I sang out your name How your fingers played, how your fingers played With eyes closed, in love we lay And when the moment came All feelings from our hearts we gave In a myriad of colors a new dimension I have discovered Some call it paradise, some call it heaven I call it an aphrodisiacal addiction
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