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If I were Lord Byron,
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I'd write you, sweet siren,
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A poem inspirin',
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A killer diller-oo
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Too bad, I'm no poet,
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I happen to know it,
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But anyway,
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Here's a roundelay,
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That I wrote last night about you.
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You are to me ev'rything,
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My life to be, ev'rything,
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When in my sleep you appear,
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Fair skies of deep blue appear,
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Each time our lips touch again,
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I yearn for you, oh, so much again,
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You are my fav'rite star,
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My haven in heaven above
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You are ev'rything I love
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Evrything I Love
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Glenn Miller |