I wish I had a talking book That told me how to act and look A talking book that contained keys To past and present memories A talking book that said your name So if you were gone, youd still remain More than a picture on a shelf In imagination I could touch A talking, talking book I wish I had a talking book Filled with buttons you could push Containing looks and sights, your touch Your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs How much Id bluster to ask it why One must live and one must die I wish I had a talking book By my side so I could look And touch and feel and dream, a look Much bigger than a talking book A taste of loving future and past Is that so much to really ask In this one moments time and space Can our love really be replaced By a talking book Can our love really be replaced By a talking book Can our love really be replaced By a talking book Can our love ever, forever be replaced Can our love ever be replaced Can our love ever be replaced (can our love really be replaced) By a talking book
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