| You Don't Remind Me |
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| You don’t remind me of the iris in spring |
| Or of dawn on the mountain when the bluebirds start to sing |
| You don’t remind me of the breeze on the bay |
| Or a star in the fountain where the silver fishes play |
| Through the moonglow in September |
| You reveal no resemblance of the first snow in November |
| You’re not even a semblance |
| No, you don’t remind me of the world around me |
| For behind me for so much such |
| My love for you blinds me |
| That my darling you only remind me of you |
| Of you, of you |
