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 love from afar
  As she sang her song
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    They were songs of change, joy and pain
  All the love she made
  Like she took the words from
  Every dream I've known, every love outgrown
  Singing on and on, like she took the words from my heart
    And to the poetry girl down the hall
  Late at night I would answer her calling
  Like the lyrics from one of her songs
  She made love to me
    Now our bodies and souls intertwined
  On the wings of passion we were soaring
  Then by the flickering candle at night
  She would sing to me
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    Love is often unkind when we fall
  For now my poetess sings to another
  But when I think of those nights down the hall
  From somewhere deep inside
    I sing songs of change, joy and pain
  All the love I've made, I take the words from
  Every dream I've known, every love outgrown
  Singing on and on, and I take the words from my heart
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