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Love You became the whisper of a breeze
between my fingertips, we glide,
a crescendo, staccato-
Don't let go,
let your memories go,
let the melodies flow.
You became the whisper of a breeze
between my fingertips, we glide,
a crescendo, staccato-
Don't let go,
let your memories go,
let the melodies flow.
