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Beleza
What is it that draws me to you so?
I am intrigued, this much is true. But why do you insist on infiltrating my subconscious? Why do I want your story so much to be mine?
I am moved, indeed it is true. You wouldn't care if I was here or there, yet I need to be a part of you in some way.
My story is my own. My heart beats with the drums of truth. So play, and I'll play mine. And if it happens that we become one, I make no assumptions that mine is the only heart that has ever met your palm.
Let the drums of life lead us where they may. From heart to palm we communicate as one.
I am intrigued, this much is true. But why do you insist on infiltrating my subconscious? Why do I want your story so much to be mine?
I am moved, indeed it is true. You wouldn't care if I was here or there, yet I need to be a part of you in some way.
My story is my own. My heart beats with the drums of truth. So play, and I'll play mine. And if it happens that we become one, I make no assumptions that mine is the only heart that has ever met your palm.
Let the drums of life lead us where they may. From heart to palm we communicate as one.
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