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I hear, when I am dancing with him,
Words, but like no other words
He takes my hands,
And put me over the clouds
Meanwhile, the black rain in my eyes,
Is dropping like showers
He carries me with him,
To a night with pinky sky
I am like a little girl in his hand,
Feeling like a feather flying by air wafts
He brings seven moons in his hands,
And awesome songs
He gifted me the sun, the spring
And flock of swallows
He says, I am his precious,
And I am worth thousands of stars
He says, I am his treasure,
And the best paint he has ever seen
he kept saying things,
made me forget my steps and the dancing floor
his words are flipping my history,
they make me feel like the only woman, for a moment
He builds a palace of illusion,
Then I live there, but only for moments.
Then I return to my table,
Having nothing with me, except words
Words, but like no other words