Sing me a song that makes my hope dance,
an old melody about the beauty of our romance.
Let it have words from your heart
and notes from your soul,
that I can hold you unto tomorrow
knowing the frail cord of love
binding us a one
won't unravel before the next sun.
It is all I ask,
that you be the composition of life,
not for a single concert,
but for always.



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