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Jun 2017
Sometimes when I am dancing
in my flat
I sense your presence

You hold me tight
and our bodies merge
to the rhythm of the music

I know
you will be here soon
and I turn up the music
with joy
Written by
Sonja G N Gallhofer  F
(F)   
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