There are treasures in this world that do not appear in physical form. Come with me I will show you where to find them. _ And there is a way to love, which transcends all foolish lust and infatuation. Take my hand I will show you how.
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This story isn’t new – for me, there is only you In every place and every space These words are true It’s only you Mysterious as the morning sun, and wistful when the day is done; A single glance. and then I knew for me there is only you. _ Nothing further . . . this I’m sure. Nothing else could be so pure. Blossom bores me. Roses waste my time. Diamonds have lost their shine! I’m not myself when we’re apart I meet no ends and make no start My concentration wanes. My feelings flee. I close my eyes – you’re all I see. _ And I care nothing more for golden sands Eternal skies, or virgin lands The seas can sparkle a hundred shades of blue – but for me there is only you
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Never to regret Never to forget All these years apart Forever in my heart If we'd never loved, and never lost and never met, and never parted We never would have known such joys And never been so broken hearted.
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Not only in dreams. Impossible to not know the face of your love. Not surprised, transported back to when every word you wrote here was true. And still is.
In dreams the faces of departed never age.