I try to write you a symphony
but I don't know a single note.
I sing it in my head
and there it sounds so good.
Pianisimmo, my sweet little darling
but jolly never the less.
I try to write you a melody
that's never going to leave your head.
I would live there too
composing and singing to you.
Tenderly, certainly
but passionate too.
I'm trying to write it on your heart.
To carve it really.
Not to hurt you
but for you never to forget
that I'm always composing
in your head.
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