I think of you
in every way,
I think of you
in each my day.
When morning comes
when there is night,
when blossoms bloom
and sun is bright.
I think of you
in dreams and truth,
how all was true
in years and youth.
Like flower grows
and becomes sweet,
each year that goes
in moments treat.
I think and know
what love is,
but then it will go
like a morning bliss.
And we find out
that it is gone,
what love is about
and all its fun.
I think of you
in every way,
I think of you
in each my day.
And dreams go on
like rivers flow,
‘till they are gone
and I'll have to go.
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