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Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful |
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as that of the rain-soaked purple |
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of the white birch in spring? |
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Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful |
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than on a warm fall night |
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under a Mackerel sky, |
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the smell of grapes on the wind? |
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Well I have known all these things |
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and the joys that they can bring |
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And I'll share them all for a cup of coffee |
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and to wear your ring |
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Have you ever had the pleasure of watching |
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a quiet winter's snow slowly gathering |
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like simple moments adding up? |
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Have you ever satisfied a gut feeling |
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to follow a dry dirt road that's beckoning you |
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to the heart of a shimmering summer's day? |
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Well I have known all these things |
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and the joys that they can bring |
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And I'll share them all for a cup of coffee |
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and to wear your ring |
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And I don't know how I survived those days |
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before I held your hand |
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Well I never thought that I would be the one |
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to admit that the moon and the sun |
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shine so much more brighter when |
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seen through two pairs of eyes than |
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when seen through just one |
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Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful |
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as a face in a crowd of people |
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that lights up just for you? |
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Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful |
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as when you wake |
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by the side of that boy or girl |
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who has pledged their love to you? |
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Well I have known all these things |
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and the joys that they can bring |
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And now every morning there's a cup of coffee |
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and I wear your ring |