Juliet
JULIET
The sound of her music
Still singing in my head
As if a lullaby,
Causing sweet dreams in my bed
How beautiful she was
As she played the guitar
Sang right through my ears
And straight to my heart
And my heart begins racing
As each song is played
As if from heaven
The lyrics were made
Now I fear to wake up
And forget her sweet tune
Why must this next morning
Arrive so soon
But the image of her beauty
Is engraved in my heart
And I’m afraid this sweet dream
We now must part
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