By Autumn Selene, to the accompaniment of the Celtic Harp, in the style of the Vienna Waltz.
You are my melody.
You are my song.
You are the beat that keeps going on.
You are the trumpet that keeps sounding long.
You are my song.
You are the strings, the harp and the lyre.
You are the lily upon the shire.
You are the mountain, the joy of my youth.
You are the wisdom, the drum of the truth.
You are my song.
You are my sadness, my joy and my pain.
You are my wind, my sunshine and rain.
You are the page upon which I write.
You are my story by day and by night.
You are my song.
You are my song.
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