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It’s not the way you look,
It’s not the way that you smile.
Although there’s something to them.
It’s not the way you have your hair,
It’s not that certain style;
It could be that with you.
If I had a photograph of you,
It’s something to remind me.
I wouldn’t spend my life just wishing.
It’s not the make-up
And it’s not the way that you dance,
It’s not the evening sky.
It’s more the way your eyes
Are laughing as they glance
Across the great divide.
If I had a photograph of you,
It’s something to remind me.
I wouldn’t spend my life just wishing.
It’s not the things you say
It’s not the things you do
It must be something more
And if I feel this way for so long
Tell me is it all for nothing
Just don’t walk out the door.
If I had a photograph of you,
It’s something to remind me.
I wouldn’t spend my life just wishing.
Typed by john manfreda
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