Play me like a piano
Play me like a harp
Pluck me with your fingers
Make soft music in the dark
Let me be the string
Vibrating against your bow
My heart become a timpani
Beating hard and fast for you
And the chords we make set our souls free
Resonating deep inside
Fire and wildness, wind and ice
Night and storm, and delight
Then that moment
When there is nothing else
But the song
I sing
With you
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