| Though with joy I should be reeling
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| That at last you came my way
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| There’s no further use concealing
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| That I’m feeling far from gay
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| For the rare allure about you
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| Makes me all the plainer see
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| How inane, how vain, how empty life without you would be
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| After you, who
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| Could supply my sky of blue?
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| After you, who
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| Could I love?
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| After you, why
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| Should I take the time to try
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| For who else could qualify
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| After you, who?
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| Hold my hand and swear
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| You’ll never cease to care
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| For without you there what could I do?
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| I could search years
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| But who else could change my tears
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| Into laughter after you? |