| I don't need to look for tender affectionate words,
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| Everything that is in my heart - I say.
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| Even now I will give, I'm in the floor - love of the world,
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| And also sunset and dawn.
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| Even now I will give, I'm in the floor - love of the world,
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| And also sunset and dawn.
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| I will give you a month and a scattering of stars,
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| Threads of red sunbeams,
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| I will give you a meadow with emerald grass
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| And between it a flowing stream.
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| I will give you a meadow with emerald grass
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| And between it a flowing stream.
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| I will give you a palette of those colors,
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| That hung in an arc over the houses,
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| And one of the most beautiful miracles in the world,
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| What is called so simply - flowers.
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| And one of the most beautiful miracles in the world,
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| What is called so simply - flowers.
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| I will give you autumn gentle sadness
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| And spring raindrops.
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| And in return I ask only for mutual love
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| And yet - to be forever mine.
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| And in return I ask only for mutual love
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| And yet - to be forever mine.
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| I don't need to look for tender affectionate words,
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| Everything that is in my heart - I say.
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| Even now I will give, I'm in the floor - love of the world,
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| And also sunset and dawn.
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| Even now I will give, I'm in the floor - love of the world,
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| And also sunset and dawn. |