| 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 she brings to me
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| Where do I start
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| With her first hello
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| She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine
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| There'd never be another love, another time
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| She came into my life and made the living fine
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| She fills my heart
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| She fills my heart with very special things
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| With angels' songs , with wild imaginings
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| She fills my soul with so much love
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| That anywhere I go I'm never lonely
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| With her around, who could be lonely
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| I reach for her 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 know I'll need her till the stars all burn away
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| And she'll be 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 know I'll need her till the stars all burn away
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| And she'll be there |