In your grace, a tender dance,
In your charm, a playful trance,
In your grace, a tender dance,
In your charm, a playful trance.
The dawn-kissed rose begins to sigh,
Beside me, where our secrets lie.
If we depart from this embrace, my heart,
If tears should surge and tear apart,
If you should raise your hand to part,
Then all is lost, a broken art,
In your grace, a tender dance,
In your charm, a playful trance.
What have I but this lover's hue,
But to sing your praises, ever true?
What to do but give You thanks anew?
Let my heart, with You, dare break through.
In your grace, a tender dance,
In your charm, a playful trance.
A tremor in your gaze, a hesitant yes, a no,
What brilliance, a beauty at every turn, I know.
Am I the withering, chosen to be your hue?
Restless pleas, like walls of shame,
Now, my night, I forsake my name.
In your grace, a tender dance,
In your charm, a playful trance,
In your grace, a tender dance,
In your charm, a playful trance.
In your grace, so sweet and deep,
In your charm, secrets to keep,
In your grace, so sweet and deep,
In your charm, secrets to keep,
In your grace, so sweet and deep,
In your charm, secrets to keep,
In your grace, so sweet and deep,
In your charm, secrets to keep.
In your grace, so sweet and deep,
In your charm, secrets to keep.
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