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Nevertheless My Love

My Song Is Your Song

Strum and range, singular to me all around, Spirited wind, give me proper tremor to dance. I will be swept off by your tuned sound, Time and again, we shall sing in trance. My melody, your melody, melancholy yours and mine, still the strum rings taut. My song is your song, we ask not right or wrong, but hum with the wind that we caught.

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