![]() Two different sides of the track With no strings attached He saw black and, it was beautiful Some kind of way we just flowed Almost rhythmic I asked him.. "What do you see in me" He replied in the sweetest tone.. "I see myself" Every note was like silk to my skin My ears inhaled the sound Composedly I lay there and watch him As he plays for me.... SAX~ Author: Unknown
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