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Melody of You - Sixpence None The Richer
You're a painting with symbols deep, symphony
Soft as it shifts from dark beneath
A poem that flows, caressing my skin
In all of these things you reside and I
Want you flow from the pen, bow and brush
With paper and string, and canvas tight
With ink in the air, to dust your light?
From morning to the black of night
This is my call I belong to You
This is my call to sing the melodies of You
This is my call I can do nothing else
I can do nothing else
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