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The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that ev'ryone ought to do.
I'm living in a kind of daydream, I'm happy as a king,
And foolish though it may seem, to me that's ev'rything.
The mere idea of you, the longing here for you;
You'll never know how slow the moments go til I'm near to you.
I see your face in ev'ry flower, your eyes in stars above -
It's just the thought of you,
First Time
The very thought of you, my love.
Last Time
The very thought of you, my love.