Every grain of sand
Since time first began to be
Still I could never count,
Measure the amount;
Of all the things you are to me
If I could paint the sky,
Hang it out to dry
I would want the sky to be
Oh, such a grand design
An everlasting sign
Of all the things you are to me
Sometimes I wake at night
And suddenly takes fright
You might be just fantasy
But then you reach for me
And once again I see
All the things you are to me
You are the sun that comes on summer winds
You are the falling year that autumn brings
You are the wonder and the mystery
In everything I see… the things you are to me
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