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| I listen to Sade with you You don't know I hear your voice You don't know I hold you close You don't know We drink port We get intoxicated with the heaviness of incense We sit in silence I do You too Yet you don't know You hear me sing And sigh And glorify your lightest touch. I sing, sigh, glorify I cry, for you You don't know |
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