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Your Smile, |
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Will always be one of my favorite things, |
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Like backyard |
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Barbeques and front porch swings, an evenin breeze through a window screen, |
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Your smile, |
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Makes me feel just like a child inside, |
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Like christmas morning sparkling red and bright, grandads pipe, my first bike, |
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Your Smile |
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Like sunlight dripping through the trees, |
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Like a wheat field whispering in the breeze, |
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Like a sweet sweet melody that sets me free, |
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Your Smile, |
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So much joy from such a simple thing, |
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Like an old wheel barrow filled with summer rain, soft warm cake, and a blue skied day, |
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Your smile |
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Your Smile, |
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Like sunlight dripping through the trees, |
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Like a wheat field whispering in the breeze, |
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Like a sweet sweet melody that sets me free |
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Your Smile, |
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Right there with buttered beets, cherry pie, |
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And all the other simple joys of life that warm my heart, make it all worth while, |
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Your Smile |
