We play music with our hearts*
Do you hear the music from my heart?
It knows when to come in and sing its part
It pounds profusely in joyous tune
It feels your presence, you will be here soon
Oh what a feeling to never steal away
I know when you arrive, your Love will make my day
Dom*Colucci 2011
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