| Every night about eight o’clock
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| I wind the stem of my little clock
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| And when I look in the crystal glass
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| I see a lot of faces pass
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| Of those I knew
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| And those I know
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| And you now coming
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| And you to go Here’s a word I’d like to whisper
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| And I’d like to have you listen
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| All this world is made of love
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| You are fresh from heaven above
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel
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| When I hold you by your hand
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| I’m in my happy promised land
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| When I kiss you in the dark
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| I’m just happy as a lark
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| So let me come as close as I can
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| And lay me down beside you
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| Here’s a word I’d like to whisper
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| And I’d like to have you listen
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| All this world is made of love
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| You are fresh from heaven above
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel
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| So let me come as close as I can
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| Let me bring my scattered pages
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| Let me lay down here beside you
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| Tonight, and I will whisper
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| All this world is made of love
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| You are fresh from heaven above
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel in this world
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| You’re the sweetest angel |