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Secret

Musician’s note: A fictitious piece about secret lovers.

Whisper with your fingers
On the strings, your Stratocaster
Tastes like mead upon my lips
Walking like a willow through the leaves
I long to steal a tempered kiss
Upon my lips

Bridge 1:
Now the day has turned into the night
Silent longing has filled me with fright
Across the room
We share a secret moment

Breathless, like a Goddess
You are pleased
To feel the magic of my voice upon the breeze
Speaking words of wisdome through the eaves
Pretending that we are at ease
Upon your knees

Bridge 2:
Now the day has turned into the night
Sinful longing has filled me with fright
Across the room
We share a secret adventure.

Chorus:
No one can tell we’re loving each other
Cotton wool in jars of spring water
Tomorrow and soon, we’ll part ways and never forevermore
No one can tell we’re bound to each other
Indifferent and cold in zones of the weather
Tomorrow and soon, we’ll part ways and never forevermore

Dancing in the moonlight
Of your bliss my aching sorrow
Thrown amiss upon the heap
Fabling like a storyteller’s theme
We weave a picture-perfect scene
Within our dreams

Bridge 3:
Now the day has turned into the nihgt
The Earth is moving, please give me some light!
Across the sea
We share a secret pleasure

{Repeat Chorus}

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