If I had a talking picture of you,
I would run it every time I felt blue,
I would sit there in the gloom,
Of my lonely little room,
And applaud each time you whispered:
'I love you, love you!'
On the screen the moment you came in view,
We would talk the whole thing over, we two,
I would give ten shows a day,
And a midnight matinee,
If I had a talking picture of you
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