| I wish I had a talking book
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| That told me how to act and look
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| A talking book that contained keys
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| To past and present memories
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| A talking book that said your name
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| So if you were gone, youd still remain
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| More than a picture on a shelf
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| In imagination I could touch
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| A talking, talking book
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| I wish I had a talking book
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| Filled with buttons you could push
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| Containing looks and sights, your touch
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| Your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs
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| How much Id bluster to ask it why
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| One must live and one must die
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| I wish I had a talking book
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| By my side so I could look
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| And touch and feel and dream, a look
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| Much bigger than a talking book
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| A taste of loving future and past
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| Is that so much to really ask
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| In this one moments time and space
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| Can our love really be replaced
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| By a talking book
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| Can our love really be replaced
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| By a talking book
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| Can our love really be replaced
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| By a talking book
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| Can our love ever, forever be replaced
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| Can our love ever be replaced
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| Can our love ever be replaced
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| (can our love really be replaced)
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| By a talking book |