| I’ve been cherishing
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| Through the perishing
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| Winter nights and days
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| A funny little phrase
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| That means so much to me
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| That you’ve got to be
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| With me heart and soul
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| For on you the whole thing leans
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| Come with me and leave the noisy crowds
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| Sunlight shines for us above the clouds
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| Please don’t turn away
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| Or my dream will stay
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| Hidden out of sight
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| Among a lot of «might have beens»!
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| A room with a view
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| And you
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| And no-one to worry us
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| No one to hurry us through
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| This dream we’ve found
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| We’ll gaze at the sky
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| And try
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| To guess what it’s all about
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| Then we will figure out why
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| The world is round!
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| We’ll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree
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| High above the mountains and the sea
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| We’ll bill and we’ll coo-ooo-oo
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| And sorrow will never come
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| Oh, will it ever come true
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| Our room with a view?
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| A room with a view
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| And you
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| And no-one to give advice
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| That sounds like a paradise few
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| Could fail to choose
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| With fingers entwined
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| We’ll find
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| Relief from the preachers
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| Who always beseech us to mind
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| Our P’s and Q’s
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| We’ll watch the whole world pass before us while we are sitting still
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| Leaning on our own window sill
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| We’ll bill and we’ll coo-ooo-oo
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| And maybe a stork will bring
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| This, that and t’other thing
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| To our room with a view |