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I heart you like My heart hearts beating, Little drummer boy Keeping the pulse; Still a little kid Marching along, Never going to Put the drumsticks down. As long as there is still A rhythm to keep me flowing, My blood runs redder through me When I see you; and those eyes Piercing, I'm flush all throughout Little drummer beating faster, Hear it so loud through my chest; Church bells tolling couldn't hush, But then you speak, his drum Resonates to a flutter; light Pitter patter, gentle lullaby Of your voice, my little drummer's eyes Are closing now, beating low Like a whisper, this moment is sweet Sweet serenity, as your gentle touch On my soul is weightless like a feather Upon a lake just floating with the current, And then you start to leave, Drummer boy is quickly making haste Banging getting faster stronger Surely you can hear him now, Marching no more; he is sprinting Lion in the Sahara after a gazelle, But my legs aren't moving, I'm just watching you walk away, I know something my little drummer Doesn't, you'll be back again, And he'll lose his cool once more...
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