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I don't need your photograph to keep by my bed |
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Your picture is always in my head |
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I don't need your portrait, dear, to call you to mind |
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For sleeping or waking, dear, I find |
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The very thought of you and I forget to do |
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The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do |
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I'm living in a kind of daydream |
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I'm happy as a king |
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And foolish though it may seem |
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to me that's everything |
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The mere idea of you, the longing here for you |
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You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you |
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I see your face in every flower |
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Your eyes in stars above |
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It's just the thought of you |
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The very thought of you, my love |
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I see your face in every flower |
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Your eyes in stars above |
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It's just the thought of you |
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The very thought of you, my love |
