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I heard it,
You speaking,
under violin strings
the long sound residing
every answer we needed
under heaven’s open light
we walked in with the morning
Spoke onto my canvas mind
the colors of love

I heard it under heaven,
as the long sound of light
barely opened the canvas sky,
we partook in the symphony of
strings on our minds
considering You speaking
still unready, You spoke
the answers of love
the colors we needed