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The sound of the ever beating heart
Blood red as sweet berries in the sun
It's muscle never worn by its beating
Never resting, and never sleeping
It skips its dancing when I feel you
Races like a horse on the tracks too
Never stopping when it crosses the finish
Galloping so hard, I'm dizzy with loving
But in the night when even the birds slumber
In your arms there's only a soft pitter-patter
As our quiet breaths share the same air
Of contentment, of peace, and of safety
This ever beating blood-filled heart
How you make it sing with a look or a touch
Will you hold my hand and tell me its song is forever
And the petals of the rose is the boat in our water
Blood red as sweet berries in the sun
It's muscle never worn by its beating
Never resting, and never sleeping
It skips its dancing when I feel you
Races like a horse on the tracks too
Never stopping when it crosses the finish
Galloping so hard, I'm dizzy with loving
But in the night when even the birds slumber
In your arms there's only a soft pitter-patter
As our quiet breaths share the same air
Of contentment, of peace, and of safety
This ever beating blood-filled heart
How you make it sing with a look or a touch
Will you hold my hand and tell me its song is forever
And the petals of the rose is the boat in our water