If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?
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The words will never show, the you I've come to know.
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If a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am I to go?
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there's no one home but you, You're all that's left me too.
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And when, my love, for life is running dry,
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you come, and pour, yourself, on me.
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If a man could be two places at one time I'd be with you.
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tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
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If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die,
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I'd spend the end with you, and when the world was through,
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Then one, by one, the stars would all go out
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and you, and I, would simply fly away
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If
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David Gates |