If a picture paints a thousand words
then why can’t I paint you？
The words will never show
the you I’ve come to know．
If a face could launch a thousand ships
then where am I to go？
There’s no one’s home but you．
You’re all that’s left me to．
And when my love for life is running dry
you come and pour yourself on me．
If a man could be two places at one time I’d be with you．
Tomorrow and today beside you all the way．
If the world should stop revolving
spinning slowly down to die
I’d spend the end with you．
And when the world was through．
Then one by one the stars would go out．
Then you and I would simply fly away．
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