There's no picture,
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I could paint to tell you what you mean to me
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And no poem,
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I could write to tell you what you mean to me
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You're more than fire
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You are more than rain
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You're more than love
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And you are more than pain
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No, no, there's no single word
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that could explain
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There's no flower,
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blooming like the smile in your ethereal eyes
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And no scholar,
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ever could explain it - he could be so wise
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You're more than heaven
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You are more than Earth
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You're the origin
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You are more than birth
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You're more than beautiful
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You're everything to me
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It's not the way that you move
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It's not the glowing
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on your face when you smile
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that makes me trembling and calm
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It's not that look in your eyes
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when I am going
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It's just everything - what you are
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There's no ocean,
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deep enough to show you what you mean to me
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And no mountain,
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high enough to show you what you mean to me
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You're more than meaning
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You are more than time
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You are redemption
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You're the reason why
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You're so mysterious
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You're everything to me
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It's not the way that you move
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It's not the glowing
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on your face when you smile
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that makes me trembling and calm
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It's not that look in your eyes
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when I am going
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Don't you let them live in your soul
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whenever they will try
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to barricade the way that you go
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You're fragile - souls can fly
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It's not the way that you move...
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Nothing
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Fool's Garden |