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The very thought of you |
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And I forget to do |
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Those little ordinary things |
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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, to me that's everything. |
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The mere idea of you. |
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The longing here for you. |
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You'll never know how slow |
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The moments go |
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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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You'll never know how slow |
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The moments go |
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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. |
