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Think of me in a low voice,
whisper your love in the wind,
let the echo of our laughter
not escape in the moment.
The shadows keep the secret,
in every step you take,
under the lights of desire,
our souls are going to fly.
I don't want the world to know,
nor our eyes to give us away,
for in the subtle dance
our hearts unleash.
Think of me in a low voice,
make your lips a song,
while here, between whispers,
our love finds reason.
Let each furtive glance
show you what I carry inside,
even if silence surrounds us,
you are my strength, my breath.
Don't undress me with your eyes,
that the shine in them traps me,
I keep myself in your thoughts,
and in your silence, love, you escape me.