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[ti:It's you] |
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[ar:Daniel Martin Moore] |
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[al:] |
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Are you not that Sycamore'd place |
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where my thoughts journey and cling? |
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A familiar voice |
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in the flutter of silver leaves |
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and the swell of strings |
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Is it not you who seeks me out |
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sows goodness and holds me dear |
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Who draws me out |
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with pen in hand again |
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with my heart laid there? |
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It's you |
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Oh my darling its you |
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Oh my darling |
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It's you |
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A gentle greeting in the morning |
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let the exodus begin |
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We've left this place nigh on a thousand times |
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and we'll leave it again |
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And in the evening that makes you so lovely |
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we'll find a place to be |
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In the swirling music |
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a flurry of castanets |
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you are there with me |
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And it's you |
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Oh my darling it's you |
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Oh my darling |
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It's you |