It's a smile, a tear,
a speck of light in the eyes;
it's the string that can't be cut,
keeps heart to heart to heart.
It's the song on the radio,
on the mp3, mp4, CD headphones;
the quiet humming,
the one and only hairbrush show,
the refrain in the shower.
It's the melody, the words,
the meaning;
it's the connection,
the heart to heart to heart
of every girl that
keeps the feelings, the tears, the smiles:
secrets made music,
the song on all our lips.
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