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The morning opens my eyes And like the moonshine lies on the grass You lie on my mind. You are the secret, I am always waiting to tell You are the song, That flutters past my lips You are the heart, That beats with my own You speak to my soul Spring has turned to summer and with each of these passing days You have stolen more of my heart, Hardly stolen though, As I have found myself handing you every inch of my being. You are my heart Beating in my chest. You are the words Coming from my mouth. You are the very essence of me For you are always on my mind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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