| Beautiful Girl:
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| To the South a brightness
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| It is not the moon deep dreams unfurling
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| It is not the starlight far but near
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| I feel in my heart bright joy stirring
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| Look yonder love, see it comes more clear
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| Seeker:
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| Beloved how I love, how I love
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| To see things through the magic of your eyes
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| To share things that make your spirit rise up
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| But try as I might, and try as I may
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| I can’t see anything
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| Beautiful Girl:
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| To the South a brightness
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| City of light unfolds its glory
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| How it calls me on through the night
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| Pinnacles of gold, towers of the silver bright
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| And the soul of city calls
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| Come, be my bride tonight
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| Seeker:
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| Beloved how I love, how I love
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| To see things through the magic of your eyes
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| To share things that make your spirit rise up
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| But try as I might, and try as I may
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| I can’t see anything
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| Beautiful Girl:
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| To the South a brightness
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| And I must go
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| The bridge opens its arms and bends low
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| And you my love must go where you will
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| See you (and I will see you) |