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There are oceans we will never sail,
There are mountains we will never climb,
There are mysteries we can’t understand
And words we will never rhyme.
There are places we will never see,
And there is not much we really know for sure.
But when I lay my head on your shoulder every night,
I could never, never ask for more.
There’s no deeper love then mine for you,
There’s no finer thing than a love that’s true;
And, baby, you’re the reason
For everything I do:
It’s my love, my gift to you.
There are rivers we will never cross,
There are valleys, valleys deep and wide —
But when I lay my head on your shoulder every night,
I could never, never ask for more.
There’s no deeper love then mine for you,
There’s no finer thing than a love that’s true;
And, baby, you’re the reason
For everything I do:
It’s my love, my gift to you.
We may wonder what we’ve missed,
Could there be a better love than this…
It’s my love
My gift to you
It’s my love
My gift to you

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