Crane my neck
To hear the soft music
The dulcet tones of your voice
I could listen forever
Yet when you mirror my soul
I see all my flaws clearly
Periwinkle tears flow
And I turn from your face

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Crane my neck
To hear the soft music
The dulcet tones of your voice
I could listen forever
Yet when you mirror my soul
I see all my flaws clearly
Periwinkle tears flow
And I turn from your face
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