| So you ask me what do I see
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| When I look into your eyes
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| I see things that have never existed before
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| Shall I tell you all that I find
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| In those beautiful eyes I can try
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| But it never existed before
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| A silvery moon… a will in the park
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| The tunnel of love… a kiss in the dark
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| The light of the stars… the clouds in the sky
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| The fireworks on the fourth of july
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| And you ask me what do I hear
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| When you whisper my name
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| Music plays that has never existed before
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| Oh, and I don’t know why
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| But it’s there just the same
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| And it’s plain that it never existed before
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| The song of the rain on flowers in spring
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| The wind in the willow trees murmuring
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| The laughter that falls the children at play
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| Like church bells that call all the people to pray
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| So you ask me why do I glow
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| Well, I think you should know
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| I’m in love and I never existed before |