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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-10-23 | [Text in der Originalsprache: english] | You are my first thought in the morning And you are, my last, at night Tell me you think of me too When your eyes meet the light. You are my island of dream In the troubled ocean of days In the flow of mind, my theme When I lose myself in gaze. You are the start and you are the end Of every thought in my head You are the one I turn to for comfort When I am lonely or sad. You are the wave in my ocean of blue The freshness of the morning air On green grass, the drops of drew On my skies, you are my stair. You are the reason for my world The next step throughout the day My hope to cherish and uphold The rainbow when my sky is gray.
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