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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