i am here, me thinks, only to sing for You,
The way your anklet plays on water a ring true,
I am here to hear your songs of sharod,
As You sing spread far and wide,
all over this life's road,
i am here, me thinks, only to write for You,
The way You paint a morn with watercolor view,
i am hear, dear, only to sing for You...
The way you come singing like an indundated soul...
All over this city, as a poetic cue,
i am here only to sing for You,
The way You sing this morn to a life new...
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