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It is
The smile that grins so wide my cheeks are firm and roseate.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The discourse so easy my stammer is cured.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The sight of beauty so complete my vision clears.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The beating of the heart so fast I am fit.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The time that passes so quickly I age slower and grow young.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The happiness so abundant it fills to the brim of the heart
And overflows, overflows.
The source that never dries;
It may never flow.
That which you give to me;
That, to me, you cannot give.
The smile that grins so wide my cheeks are firm and roseate.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The discourse so easy my stammer is cured.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The sight of beauty so complete my vision clears.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The beating of the heart so fast I am fit.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The time that passes so quickly I age slower and grow young.
That, to me, you give.
It is
The happiness so abundant it fills to the brim of the heart
And overflows, overflows.
The source that never dries;
It may never flow.
That which you give to me;
That, to me, you cannot give.