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I touch your hands |
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And my heart grows strong, |
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Like a pair of birds |
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That burst with song. |
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My eyes look down |
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At your lovely face, |
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And I hold a world |
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In my embrace. |
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Younger than springtime, are you |
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Softer than starlight, are you, |
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Warmer than winds of |
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June, Are the gentle lips you gave me. |
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Gayer than laughter, are you, |
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Sweeter than music, are you, |
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Angel and lover, heaven and earth, |
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Are you to me. |
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And when your youth |
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And joy invade my arms, |
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And fill my heart as now they do, |
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Then younger than springtime, am |
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I, Gayer than laughter, am |
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I, Angel and lover, heaven and earth, |
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Am I with you! |
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And when your youth |
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And joy invade my arms, |
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And fill my heart as now they do, |
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Then younger than springtime, am |
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I, Gayer than laughter, am |
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I, Angel and lover, heaven and earth, |
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Am I with you |
