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In my heart, |
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If that is where one feels, |
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I surely feel |
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Your head lying back sending peals |
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Of laughter to ring a bell, |
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The bell I ring to call you here to me. |
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Telephone, telephone |
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Please bring me news when |
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I'm alone. |
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If it can be done |
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I would be very grateful. |
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Is that a horse, |
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Whose footsteps |
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I hear approaching, |
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On the run from some strange unknown danger, |
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Or just my heart beating so noisily? |
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One never really knows until it's far too late to tell. |
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It's the sun |
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I wait for in the morning, |
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And the moon |
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I long to see setting in the evening. |
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When night lies ahead, |
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And day is through, |
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I'll spend some time with you. |
