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Listen with your heart to the music that I play
It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind  and  of the rain.
It belongs to mendearing rivers that lead you far away
Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythms gently sway.

Take my hand.Let me take you places that you do not know about
I will shower you with magic and treasures yet unfound.

I will not promise you  butterflies on the next early dawn
but we'll walk through paths, where you feel solaced 
by one look into these eyes with an unfading glow.

I will not promise you sunsets reflecting on my face
but you'd feel last crimson-embers within my warm embrace.

Take my hand.Let me take you places where life is young and free
All dark forests, I will paint with colours, in a world for you and me

Listen with your heart to the music that I play
It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain.
It belongs to mendearing rivers that will lead you far away
Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythyms gently sway.

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