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"Rapunzel,Rapunzel,let down yourhair."At the time theprince shouted these words,nothing happened.Where was Rapunzel?...The tale startsa while back.A few months ago,
This song has me thinking, only thinking bout you Playing your voice, soft, sexy, and smooth It has your beat, soul and style The rhythm of your walk, talk and smile These charmable notes glide me side to side,
He tunes and he listens, No place for devices. And he writes till his fingers bleed, Yet rarely revises. For love speaks through him, Tis’ an act of God. His art conceives harmony,
Track One: The beat plays and he ignores that intuition Grabbing his notebook and pen to begin his rhymes It’s like his love's past is causing this prevention
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