Softly, softly, guitar in the dusk
How can you marry
those mournful chords
with the romance
of this candlelight
How were you the lucky one
born with a voice like that
How can you cope with
that kind of beauty
all the goddamn time
How is it that you
came to be you
came to be
just like that
Tell me.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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