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The Songs We Create


I intend on breaking records

So let me spin you…

Baby, let me spin you

Do this till we’re dizzy

And find each other in the blur

Find each other in the music

 

Let me slide my hands across you like piano keys

And strum you like a string on a violin in the midst of your solo

 

Sing me a song that only we can sing

 

I’ll write you a poem that only we can understand

 

Let’s use our bodies

To create a language that only we can speak.

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