| There are trees, there are clouds
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| Many shadows and crowds
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| There are dreams, there are doubts
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| There are whispers and shouts
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| And the snow, it forms a crown
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| Upon the silvered mountain king
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| But there’s only one thing that I need
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| Sandy glass, stained with red
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| Birds with porcelain wings
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| In a house filled with books
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| That nobody reads
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| So many things will fill my life
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| But only one will do
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| It is you, it is you, it is you
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| And the Sun will sing its song
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| And the Moon will always mellow
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| And each day as my life goes on
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| It has all been a ruin without you
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| Broken bells, try to chime
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| Guitar with no strings
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| Pearls in the sea
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| That will never see rings
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| All the answers in the world
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| They need a reason to be true
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| It is you
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| It is you
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| Do my best on my own
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| To see the beauty abound
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| Glass of wine on my desk
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| When you’re not around
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| I’ve learned that there’s a key
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| Inside and only one will do
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| It is you
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| It is you
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| It is you |