If I held in my hand,
Every grain of sand
Since time first began to me
Still I could never count,
Measure the amount;
Of all the things you are to me

If I could paint the sky,
Hang it up to dry
I would want the sky to be
Oh, such a grand design
An everlasting sign
Of all the things you are to me

 [bad word] 
You are the sun [bad word] on summer winds
You are the falling year that autumn brings
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see… the things you are to me

Sometimes I wake at night
And suddenly takes fright
You're my vaguest fantasy
But then you reach for me
And once again I se
All the things you are to me

 [bad word] 
You are the sun [bad word] on summer winds
You are the falling year that autumn brings
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see… the things you are to me

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 [bad word] 
You are the sun [bad word] on summer winds
You are the falling year that autumn brings
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see… the things you are to me

All the things you are… to me
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