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I don’t need your photograph to keep by my bag
Your picture is always in my head
I don’t need your portrait dear to call you to mine
For sleeping or waking dear I find
The very thought of you and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
I’m living in a kind of daydream
I’m happy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
To me that’s everything
The mere idea of you, the longing I here for you
You’ll never know how slow the moments go till I’m near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It’s just the thought of you
The very thought of you
my love
