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You have the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth, |
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Yet there's the upturned chin and the grin of impetuous youth; |
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Oh, I believe in you, |
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I believe in you! |
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I hear the sound of good solid judgment whenever you talk, |
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Yet there's that bold brave spring of the tiger that quickens your walk; |
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Oh, I believe in you, |
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I believe in you! |
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And when my faith in my fellow man all but falls apart, |
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I've got to feel your hand grasping mine and I take heart, |
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I take heart! |
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To see the cool clear eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth, |
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Yet there's that slam bang tang reminiscent of gin and vermouth; |
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Oh, I believe in you, |
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I believe in you! |
