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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-10-20 | | The beat goes on and on. Our souls still go together. We now hold each other strong, And dance like we have feathers. One step ahead I feel like falling. But you are there so close, so near. What is this feeling? It’s appalling!? That takes away all of my fear. Oh, how we dance all through this life. We stroll, like tip-toed butterflies And yet the present holds no strife, So we’ve began to mesmerise. Your fixed embrace and confidence, Your strong demeanour, patience Now holds me safe. I close my eyes, And let my body in the tides. Again his chest is ordering. I hear the music, feeling, yearning I let my body do the talking, And now my soul has started burning. I opened my eyes, tighten my grip The rhythm sooth’s me so You whispered something, I bit my lip Don’t ever let me go!
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