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I can give you the starlight, love unchanging and true. |
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I can give you the ocean, deep and tender devotion. |
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I can give you the mountains, pools of shimmering blue. |
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Call and I can be all you ask of me. |
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Music in spring, flowers for a king; |
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All these I bring to you. |
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When I was young, my foolish fancies used to make a great mistake. |
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But now a little love, a little living has changed my ways |
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And taught me and brought me the joy of giving. |
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I can give you the starlight, love unspeaking and true. |
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I can give you the ocean, deep and tender devotion. |
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I can give you the mountains, pools of shimmering blue. |
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Call and I can be all you ask of me. |
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Music in spring, flowers for a king; |
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All these I bring to you. |
