Nights in white satin never reaching the end. Letters I've written never meaning to send. Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before. Just what the truth is I can't say anymore 'Cause I love you, yes I love you, oh, how I love you. Gazing at people some hand in hand just what I'm going though they can't understand. Some try to tell me thoughts they cannot defend just what you want to be you'll be in the end. And I love you, yes I love you, oh, how I love you.
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