I touch your hand,
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And my arms grow 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 the 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 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 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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| Nancy Sinatra |
