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The violins build to a beautiful crescendo,
I imagine your heart underneath my fingertips.
Close your eyes, softly now,
Don't tarnish this moment, don't break this delicate spell.
I love this feeling I get when I'm with you,
The music swirls and caresses our skin.
What to do when I feel I'm falling for you?
Oh, what I'd give to hear you say you love me,
As this beautiful music pumps through my veins.
Your hands are placed on the small of my back,
My head is on your chest.
Lay me down and hold me in your arms,
Let me immerse myself in you and your smell,
Your taste and your softest touch.
The most beautiful words mean nothing at all,
I'd prefer this feeling to remain unique and inexplicable to me.
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Make me a mixtape that makes me yours;
don't leave out Husker Du,
put something on that The Cars did in 1982.
It makes me yours.
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