A Duet of Heart and Soul It is a wonder, when I look upon your splendor, The feelings just beyond the

yonder, try to peek out recalling the candor. The passion of Paris, fails to match their ardor, the song of Orpheus, ceases to portray, its eternal torture. It remember, the sting of a faded affair, it refuses to yield unforgotten despair, it lacks the will to dance with ease, it cannot run, along their pure amour, because they want a soul, for their endless stroll.

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