| I touch your hands
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| And my heart goes strong
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| Like a pair of birds
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| That burst with song
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| My eyes look down
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| At your lovely face
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| And I hold a world
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| In my embrace
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| Younger than springtime, are you
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| Softer than starlight, are you
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| Warmer than winds of June
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| Are the gentle lips you gave me
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| Gayer than laughter, are you
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| Sweeter than music, are you
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| Angel and lover, heaven and earth
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| Are you to me
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| And when your youth
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| And joy invade my arms
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| And fill my heart as now they do
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| Then younger than springtime, am I
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| Gayer than laughter, am I
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| Angel and lover, heaven and earth
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| Am I with you!
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| And when your youth
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| And joy invade my arms
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| And fill my heart as now they do
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| Then younger than springtime, am I
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| Gayer than laughter, am I
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| Angel and lover, heaven and earth
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| Am I with you |