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How can I say what is too much for words? A rainbow cannot fit into my heart. Perhaps we should be musical as birds Perched singing of our love with practiced art. You cannot taste my happiness, or feel A little of the chill of your caress. No word or metaphor can make it real, Nor song contain the truth I would express. In my love there are mountains miles high, Valleys rainbow carpeted, and wide Enough for clear, still lakes to steal the sky ... R-R-R-R!!! I cannot tell you what's inside! So you must turn to what you feel for me, And read therein my tender rhapsody. Reach deep, my love, and I will be there, too: You have me in your heart, as I have you.
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