No mountain high, no rivers flow ,
no stories written from long ago.
The song I sing ,the joy you bring.
Keeps us dancing ,as my heart begs
for more.
A glimpse at life, through your own eyes.
The beauty seen is from inside.
No whispering wind, no silence grins
no music played upon a old violin.
No sounds of trumpet or bells
a hoo-ha inside tells .
Close my eyes and what I see, is what
you have meant to me.
Gliding across the floor , to a love
written score. Wrap your arms
a little more and hold me tight
forever more.
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A little bleak , a rushing creek
a love so pleasantly unique.
I touched your hair, I felt your cheek.
In the night your arms I seek.
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Dress flows breathtaking in the wind, don't get frantic
it's just another hopeless romantic who dreams
you in her arms each night.
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