Wait till you see her
see how he looks
wait till you hear her laugh.
Painters of paintings
writers of books
never could tell the half.
Wait till you fill
the warmth from his glance,
Pensive and sweet and wise.
All of it lovely
all of it trilling
I'll never be willing to free her.
When you see her
you won't belive your eyes
you won't belive your eyes
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