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your hair falls along the sides of your visage like the flowing decrescendo of the saxophone your voice sweet like a singing violin expressing joy, sadness, contempt and love my heart beats like up-tempo bongos and my emotions crash and snare my awareness i express my love in ways that resonate deep like the trombone or tuba reaching the depth of my soul our bond powerful as a troika of trumpets transmitting our testimony to the treetops our destiny clear as the call of the clarinets, caressing my consciousness flirtatious as the song of the flute lilting in the sunlight of amour be it bassoon, bass or the sensual oboe the sounds of silence shall never penetrate surely the French must understand this concept their horn ready and able to contribute to this harmonious production come and help me to compose this melodic and artistic sequence from viola to xylophone piccolo to piano to a single white wand only conducting a concerto with you causes my heart to grow fond. |
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