| The Things I Love
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| Catarina Valente
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| The blow-up sunset in the Summer skies
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| The golden flicker of the fireflies
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| The glim of love-light in your lovely eyes
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| These are the things I love
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| The silver moon-beam peeping through the trees
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| A bed of tulips nodding in the breeze
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| The look you give an answer to my pleas
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| These are the things I love
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| Oh once I thought that life was just a winter thing
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| My heart was cold yet and then You came to me and like a breath of spring
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| You turned the silver snow to gold
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| A robin serenade when day is through
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| The babbling brook beside a rendezous
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| Your sweet voice whispering darling I love you
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| These are the things I love
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| And then
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| You came to me and like a breath of spring
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| You turned the silver snow to gold The robin serenade when day is through
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| The babbling brook beside a rendezous
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| Your sweet voice whispering darling I love you
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| These are the things I love |