Let my finger run through the
scale
Let my lips sing minors and
majors
Let my eyes read note with victors
Let my feet move to time
signature in sales
Let me compose musicals with the
rhythm of your heart
Let me in you esterblish my sound
art
And on the wings of the eagle
we'll harmönise to the tonic of the
wind
With the pitch of night we'l
transpose an octave lower to
quest our mind
And in our key signature
we'll End our Love with a perfect
Cadence
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