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This song has me thinking, only thinking bout you Playing your voice, soft, sexy, and smooth It has your beat, soul and style The rhythm of your walk, talk and smile These charmable notes glide me side to side,
He tunes and he listens, No place for devices. And he writes till his fingers bleed, Yet rarely revises. For love speaks through him, Tis’ an act of God. His art conceives harmony,
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