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If a picture paints a thousand worlds then why can't I paint you The worlds will never show the you I've come to know If a face chould launch a thousand ships then where am I to go There's no one home but you you're all that's left me too and when my love for life is running dry you come and pour yourself on me If a man could be two places at one time I'd be with you tomorrow and today beside you all the way If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die I'd spend the end with you and when the world was through Then one by one the stars would all go out and you and I would simply fly away