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  • Sun-tanned, Wind-blownHoneymooners at last alone.Feeling far above par.Oh, how lucky we are!While I give to you and you give to me,True love, true love.So on and on it’ll always be,True love, true love. For you and IHave a guardian angel on high,With nothin’ to do.But to give to you and to give to me,Love forever

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