His Voice

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The moment he strum his guitar
I was just there, sitting from a far
Just looking straightly at him
Surrounded by the lights dim.

Because of his voice
My heart has no choice
Beating like a drum
While listening to his jam.

That cold, rainy thursday night
Heaven knows my smile went bright
That lead my mind to wonderland
Thinking about us, hand in hand.

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