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We’ll look out on the lake and we see the white light. I said it was gold. It should have been gold.
Watching the love, fall to our feet, into the floor to disappear.
I'm a lucky man to count on both hands the ones I love.
Now there's more than one. No, there's only one. Now there's more than one. You're the only one.
