  YOUR love has made life dear to me; Until you came I did not know How beautiful the world could be— How full of joy its days could grow. Once peace was not in anything, But love has made life dear to me; The winter has given way to spring, And skies are fair and clear to me. My heart is listening when you speak; To hold your hand or touch your cheek,— Since love has made life dear to me! Sends flying love and fear through me. Glad is the grass your feet have pressed, Your eyes throw joy on all they see, Around you there is gracious rest, Your love has made life dear to me. |
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