| The sound of your name comes to me any hour
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| On wings of the wind like the scent of a flower
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| How can I explain? |
| It’s impossible power
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| The sound of your name
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| The sound of your name is a Valentine greeting
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| A bell when it rings and a heart when it’s beating
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| And drawing a spell where all things keep repeating
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| The sound of your name
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| Your name is a song that I long to be writing
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| The music is strong and the words are inviting
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| Exchangeable melodies strangely exciting
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| I found in your name
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| The sound of your name can bring times of desire
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| That flares like a flame as it climbs ever higher
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| That burns in my senses and turns them to fire
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| The sound of your name
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| But love is a game that continuously changes
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| The players, discoveries and the dangers
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| We started as lovers, we ended as strangers
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| Now where can I turn?
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| Your name’s the ghost of a chance that you gave me
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| A grave little dance just enough to enslave me
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| And only my grief, what is there that can save me
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| If you don’t return?
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| At night in my dreams you are there, an obsession
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| I whisper your name like a prayer, a confession
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| You’ve entered my soul and you’ve taken possession
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| And whom can I blame?
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| For you are the Heaven on earth that I sigh for
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| The high unattainable moon that I cry for
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| As long as I live, I will live and I’ll die for
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| The sound of your name |