The way that she conducts her voice;
Oh, how my composure shatters!
Her tone plays fiddles that rejoice
But alas, how little it matters.

For two songs played in such different ways
Could never sound the same;
But I’ll always be moved by the symphonic sways
Of how she says my name.

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