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Sing to me...She was a poetry girl I adoredLate at night I'd hear songs from her windowMyrrh and frankincense seeped through her doorAnd they lingered onAs her fingers caressed her guitarFelt like the strings of my heart she was strummingWith her words we made love from afarAs she sang her song[Chorus:]They were songs of change, joy and painAll the love she madeLike she took the words fromEvery dream I've known, every love outgrownSinging on and on, like she took the words from my heartAnd to the poetry girl down the hallLate at night I would answer her callingLike the lyrics from one of her songsShe made love to meNow our bodies and souls intertwinedOn the wings of passion we were soaringThen by the flickering candle at nightLetras de cancionesShe would sing to me[Chorus:]Love is often unkind when we fallFor now my poetess sings to anotherBut when I think of those nights down the hallFrom somewhere deep insideI sing songs of change, joy and painAll the love I've made, I take the words fromEvery dream I've known, every love outgrownSinging on and on, and I take the words from my heart[Chorus:] From Letras Mania