Guitare couture

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Dance a couple of quiet notes

On the border of your window

As I pass by and my mind floats

I can’t help but smile, crescendo,

And whistle gently to your tune.

The reason it touches me so

Remains today a mystery,

Oh it is true, no flattery!

I cannot explain how you sew

Such wondrous sounds under the moon.

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