| Where once the moon was just a rock spinning in the sky,
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| Where once the stars were only tiny points of light,
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| Now the moon looks like its heavens shining pearl.
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| Now those stars, they look like windows into another world.
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| Look what love has done to me,
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| Look what love has done.
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| Theres poetry in all I see.
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| Look what love has done.
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| And my heart is dancing through each day;
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| My soul is running free.
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| Look what love has done to me.
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| Where once each breath was just a sigh of aching emptiness,
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| Where once I hardly felt the beating in my chest,
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| Now each breath feels like a precious kiss of life.
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| Now inside me beat the wings of a thousand butterflies.
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| Look what love has done to me,
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| Look what love has done.
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| This must be how its meant to be.
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| Look what love has done.
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| And my heart is dancing through each day;
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| My soul is running free.
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| Look what love has done to me.
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| And I cant tell: was that a violin,
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| Or did you say something?
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| Was that lightning striking where I stand,
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| Or did you just reach out and take my hand?
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| Look what love has done to me,
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| Look what love has done.
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| Theres poetry in all I see.
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| Look what love has done.
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| Now my heart is dancing through each day;
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| My soul is running free.
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| Look what love has done to, oh,
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| Done to me.
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| Look what love has done to me.
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| Dancing through each day.
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| Oh, to me.
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| Written by rob mathes, stephanie lewis |