.Sing to me...
She was a poetry girl I adored
Late at night I'd hear songs from her window
Myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door>
And they lingered on
As her fingers caressed her guitar>
Felt like the strings of my heart she was strumming
With her words we made.
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