I touch your hands
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And my heart grows 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
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Younger Than Springtime
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| Amel Larrieux |
