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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