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that part where there is a key change
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and everything kicks into a higher gear
that’s what we’re after here
cheerful, don’t you know?
a dream that might become reality
and the chorus begins to climb
ringing harmony and rhyme
we take flight
and reach out for a golden ring
as we sail breezily by
feeling laughter
that lifts like wings
when nothing matters
but the glint within the eyes
and the singing
that’s the thing
it’s all clear voices
resonating in the sky
our souls slowly entangle
a delicate swirling dance
that desperately feels like nothing
if not some kind of romance

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