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Every night about eight o'clock |
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I wind the stem of my little clock |
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And when I look in the crystal glass |
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I see a lot of faces pass |
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Of those I knew |
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And those I know |
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And you now coming |
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And you to go |
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Here's a word I'd like to whisper |
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And I'd like to have you listen |
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All this world is made of love |
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You are fresh from heaven above |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel |
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When I hold you by your hand |
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I'm in my happy promised land |
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When I kiss you in the dark |
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I'm just happy as a lark |
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So let me come as close as I can |
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And lay me down beside you |
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Here's a word I'd like to whisper |
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And I'd like to have you listen |
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All this world is made of love |
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You are fresh from heaven above |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel |
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So let me come as close as I can |
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Let me bring my scattered pages |
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Let me lay down here beside you |
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Tonight, and I will whisper |
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All this world is made of love |
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You are fresh from heaven above |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel in this world |
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You're the sweetest angel |
