| I couldn’t see, what I once saw
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| In your lovely face, once your lovely face
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| Became common place
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| And the eyes, that I liked
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| Seemed to lose their shine
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| As they passed through time
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| Till they looked like mine
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| But then last night, I heard your voice
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| I rubbed my eyes and there and then
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| That fine baby with and arrow
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| Stupid cupid struck again
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| I’d forgotten, every reason
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| Why I said, «I do»
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| But now I see what I saw in you
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| Oh, last night I heard your voice
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| I rubbed my eyes and there and then
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| That fine baby with and arrow
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| Stupid cupid struck again
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| I’d forgotten, every reason
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| Why I said, «I do»
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| But now I see what I saw in you
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| Oh, now I see what I saw in you |