Because I can stand here and listen to what you’re singing and feel the drum beat in my heart

And feel the strings as they’re pulled and listen to your melody

But I don’t have your name yet, can you tell me.

I’d like to take you with me I love your sound I can tell you work well together,

The music all works.

I can’t bring them with me if I’m afraid to ask, but I’m always afraid to ask.

Five is a good number.

I’d like to follow them.

See sometimes these words sound like conversation and I want to reply, but who knows what and who and how.

Probably nothing.

Probably everything.

I love that words are shared without the perfect meaning understood.

Thanks for sharing.

Or something.

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