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Meant To Be

I heard you sing a song, In the middle of the night, As the moonlight shone on you, While you sat crossed legged in the balcony strumming your guitar.

It wasn’t the strumming which woke me up. It was the magic which your voice carried in the air, The deep voice echoing in the silence, And the moonlight shining through the curtains, But they didn’t stop me to fall asleep then, Your lyrics, Your feelings, Your twinkling blue eyes stopped me.

And when you finished the song, Looked in the eye, As a smile creeped on your lips, I knew it was meant to be.

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