Velvet, I can wish you,
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For the collar of your coat,
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And fortune smiling all along your way,
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But more I cannot wish you,
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Then to wish you find your love,
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Your own true love this day.
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Mansions, I can wish you,
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Seven footmen all in red,
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And calling cards upon a silver tray,
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But more I cannot wish you,
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Then to wish you find your love,
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Your own true love this day.
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Standing there,
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Gazing at you,
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Full of the bloom of youth,
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Standing there,
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Gazing at you,
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With the sheep's eye,
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And the licerish tooth.
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Music, I can wish you,
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Merry music while you're young,
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And wisdom, when your hair has turned to gray,
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But more I cannot wish you,
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Then to wish you find your love,
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Your own true love this day.
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With the sheep's eye,
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And the lickerish tooth,
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And the strong arms,
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To carry you away
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More I Cannot Wish You
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| Paul McCartney |
