I put on our playlist,
Pure poetry to untrained ears.
My heart taken by the hand,
But led back to the Atlantic blue,
Wondering if I am singing your tune?
Will I continue to wait here,
Under the early April showers?
Am I ready to let someone new in?
I put on our playlist,
Pure poetry to untrained ears.
My heart taken by the hand,
But led back to the Atlantic blue,
Wondering if I am singing your tune?
Will I continue to wait here,
Under the early April showers?
Am I ready to let someone new in?
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