If I held in my hand
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Every grain of sand
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Since time first began to be
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Still, I could never count
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Measure the amount
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Of all the things you are to me
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If I could paint the sky
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Hang it out to dry
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I would want the sky to be
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Oh, such a grand design
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An everlasting sign
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Of all the things you are to me
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You are the sun
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That comes on summer winds
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You are the falling year
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That autumn brings
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You are the wonder and the mystery
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In everything I see
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The things you are to me
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Sometimes I wake at night
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And suddenly take fright
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You might be just fantasy
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But then you reach for me
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And once again I see
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All the things you are to me
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You are the sun
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That comes on summer winds
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You are the falling year
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That autumn brings
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You are the wonder and the mystery
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In everything I see
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The things you are to me
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All the things you area€| to me
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The Things You Are To Me
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| Secret Garden |
