| There’s no picture
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| I could paint to tell you what you mean to me
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| And no poem
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| I could write to tell you what you mean to me
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| You’re more than fire
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| You are more than rain
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| You’re more than love
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| And you are more than pain
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| No, no, there’s no single word
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| That could explain
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| There’s no flower
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| Blooming like the smile in your ethereal eyes
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| And no scholar
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| Ever could explain it — he could be so wise
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| You’re more than heaven
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| You are more than Earth
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| You’re the origin
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| You are more than birth
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| You’re more than beautiful
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| You’re everything to me
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| It’s not the way that you move
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| It’s not the glowing
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| On your face when you smile
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| That makes me trembling and calm
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| It’s not that look in your eyes
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| When I am going
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| It’s just everything — what you are
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| There’s no ocean
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| Deep enough to show you what you mean to me
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| And no mountain
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| High enough to show you what you mean to me
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| You’re more than meaning
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| You are more than time
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| You are redemption
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| You’re the reason why
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| You’re so mysterious
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| You’re everything to me
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| It’s not the way that you move
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| It’s not the glowing
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| On your face when you smile
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| That makes me trembling and calm
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| It’s not that look in your eyes
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| When I am going
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| Don’t you let them live in your soul
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| Whenever they will try
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| To barricade the way that you go
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| You’re fragile — souls can fly
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| It’s not the way that you move… |