If I held in my hand 
Every grain of sand 
Since time first began to me 
Still, I could never count 
Measure the amount 
Of all the things you are to me 

If I could paint the sky 
Hang it out to dry 
I would want the sky to be 
Oh, such a grand design 
An everlasting sign 
Of all the things you are to me 

You are the sun 
That comes on summer winds 
You are the falling year 
That autumn brings 
You are the wonder and the mystery 
In everything I see 
The things you are to me 

Sometimes I wake at night 
And suddenly takes fright 
You’re my vaguest fantasy 
But then you reach for me 
And once again I see 
All the things you are to me 

You are the sun 
That comes on summer winds 
You are the falling year 
That autumn brings 
You are the wonder and the mystery 
In everything I see 
The things you are to me 
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