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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 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 all go out. Then you and I would simply fly away. |