| Where do I begin
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| To tell the story of how great a love can be
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| The sweet love story that is older than the sea
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| The simple truth about the love he brings to me
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| Where do I start?
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| Like a summer rain
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| That cools the pavement with a patent leather shine
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| He came into my life and made the living fine
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| And gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
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| He fills my heart
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| He fills my heart with very special things
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| With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
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| He fills my soul with so much love
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| That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
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| With him along, who could be lonely
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| I reach for his hand, it's always there
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| How long does it last?
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| Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
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| I have no answers now, but this much I can say
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| I'm going to need him till the stars all burn away
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| And he'll be there
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| He fills my heart with very special things
|
| With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
|
| He fills my soul with so much love
|
| That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
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| With him along, who could be lonely
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| I reach for his hand, it's always there
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| How long does it last?
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| Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
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| I have no answers now, but this much I can say
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| I'm going to need him till the stars all burn away
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| And he'll be there |