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Prelude to a Kiss
If you hear a song in blue,
Like a flower crying for the dew,
That was my heart serenading you,
My Prelude to a Kiss.
If you hear a song that grows,
From a tender, sentimental rose,
That was my heart trying to compose,
My Prelude to a Kiss.
Though it’s just a simple melody,
Nothing fancy, nothing much,
You could turn it to a symphony,
A Schubert tune, with a Gershwin touch!
Oh, how my love song gently cries,
For the tenderness within your eyes
My love’s a prelude that never dies,
My Prelude to a Kiss.
