outside it just started snowing
I`ve lit some candles, and the
distinctive voice of my Lady Billie
is filling the room with words that say
it all
' I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you'
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