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The very thought of you makes my heart sing
like an April breeze on th ewings of spring
and you appear in all your splendor
my one and only love
the shadows fall and spreid their mystic charms
in the hush of night while your in my arms
i feel your lips so warm and tender
my one and only love
the touch of your hand is like heaven
a heaven that i never knew
the blush on your cheek
whenever i speak
tells me that you are my own
you fill my eager heart with such desire
every kiss you give set my soul on fire
i give myselt in sweet surrender
my one and only looooooooove
- Robert Mellin & Guy Wood
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