For the owner of a beautiful voice , which gave me a song on my last birthday: Maximum 21.
"Sing!"
Ita Mex
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I ask: Sing! Because I want to caress
afternoon
Giving a twist to the usual picture
Go Sing!
And these spaces daily happy
That they lose their charm rearwardly
I insist: Sing!
To feel like a nightingale
It landed on my window and it surprised
And now ...
sing ... I know that not only emit the repeat
letter also flushes your soul into every tune you draw
I hear you, sing Design
the tessitura, modulate your voice
Play with it until I require sing, sing! Inside
voice sings Give
shades that structure
songs to feel your heart in every expressive intonation of your voice.
afternoon
Giving a twist to the usual picture
Go Sing!
And these spaces daily happy
That they lose their charm rearwardly
I insist: Sing!
To feel like a nightingale
It landed on my window and it surprised
And now ...
sing ... I know that not only emit the repeat
letter also flushes your soul into every tune you draw
I hear you, sing Design
the tessitura, modulate your voice
Play with it until I require sing, sing! Inside
voice sings Give
shades that structure
songs to feel your heart in every expressive intonation of your voice.
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.
.
Hope you like it as much as I like your song.
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