The heart whispers
Secrets of love
It keeps beating
Like a drum
This place is a battlefield
We'll march on
So much has happened
We'll march on girl
To the beat of the heart
We'll march on
Round up your soilders
Tell them to rest
Just unravel in these arms
You come undressed
This is war
This is love
This is what it is
And again it is
I've said it before
It is
Again and again
This is
Love is the secret
The heart whispers
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