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Of all the things I thought I knew
Of gentle rain
Of morning dew
I think I never felt them
Til first I was touched by you
Of all the stars that
twinkle bright
Of golden moons
Of darkest nights
I think I never saw them
Til first I looked at you
Of all the
songs and all the words
Of thunder and
Of singing birds
I think I never heard them
Til first your voice I knew
Of all the souls you could've found
You heard my heart
Without one sound
I think I never thought of love
Til first I was loved by you
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