| Though I know that we meet every night
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| And we couldn’t have change since the last time,
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| To my joy and delight,
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| It’s a new kind of love at first sight.
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| Though it’s you and it’s I all the time
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| Every meeting’s marvelous pastime.
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| You’re increasingly sweet,
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| So whenever we happened to met
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| With a song in my heart
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| I behold your adorable face.
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| Just a song at the start
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| But it soon is a hymn to your grace.
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| When the music swells
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| I’m touching you hand
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| It tells that you’re standing near, and
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| At the sound of your voice
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| Heaven opens his portals to me.
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| That a song such as ours came to be?
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| But I always knew
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| I would live life through
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| With a song in my heart for you.
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| Oh, the moon’s not a moon for a night
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| And these stars will not twinkle and fade out,
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| And the words in my ears
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| Will resound for the rest of my years.
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| In the morning I find with delight
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| Not a note of our music is played out.
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| It will be just as sweet,
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| And an air that I’ll live to repeat:
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| With a song in my heart
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| I behold your adorable face.
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| Just a song at the start
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| But it soon is a hymn to your grace.
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| When the music swells
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| I’m touching you hand
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| It tells that you’re standing near, and
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| At the sound of your voice
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| Heaven opens his portals to me.
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| That a song such as ours came to be?
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| But I always knew
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| I would live life through
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| With a song in my heart for you. |