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[Verse 1]
She walks in like a quiet flame,
Soft as dusk and wild as rain.
A rhythm not heard, but known by heart,
She tears the silence gently apart.

She is music, the kind that heals,
Notes that no time or touch conceals.
And I was nothing—until her light,
Now I echo through her every night.

[Chorus]
She is music, I am her song,
A melody where we both belong.
In every breath, in every line,
Her soul plays deeply into mine.

We're not just lovers passing through—
I'm the voice that makes her tune so true.
She is music, I am her song,
Together we've been here all along.

[Verse 2]
She hums in dreams, she sighs in stars,
Her whisper heals my deepest scars.
She moves with grace I've never seen,
Like nothing that has ever been.

And I, her lyric, find my place,
In the quiet beauty of her face.
I am her song, her faithful flame,
The love she never had to name.

[Chorus]
She is music, I am her song,
A melody where we both belong.
In every breath, in every line,
Her soul plays deeply into mine.

We're not just lovers passing through—
I'm the voice that makes her tune so true.
She is music, I am her song,
Together we've been here all along.

[Bridge]
No need for words, no need for time,
We move as one in perfect rhyme.
In every note, in every chord,
She's my blessing, I'm her reward.

[Final Chorus]
She is music, I am her song,
We've always been where we belong.
Through every season, every year,
We play a love that's crystal clear.

No end, no edge, no final line—
She plays, and I will always shine.
She is music, I am her song,
An endless love, forever strong.

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