| Oh, to have you walking so near
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| You’re an angel, my dear
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| And you ease my mind
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| I’ll not kiss or hold you, my dear
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| Would you let me just follow behind
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| Now, I have loved me many fine men
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| Oh, so many fine men
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| Had a bed to share
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| I would trade these lovers gladly, my friend
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| For a glimpse of you standing there
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| How will I know when I reach heaven’s door?
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| In your eyes I’ve seen it before
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| If I never, never, never, never see you again
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| Though the path it may bend
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| And be filled with strife;
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| Though the years may come and go without end
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| I will think of you all of my life
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| How will I know when I reach heaven’s door?
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| In your eyes I’ve seen heaven before
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| Oh, to have you walking so near
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| You’re an angel, my dear
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| And you ease my mind
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| I’ll not kiss and hold you, my dear
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| Would you let me just follow behind?
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| Hmm, hmmmm. |
| Mm hmmm, mm hmmm
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| Would you let me just follow behind? |