All the World to Me

All the World to Me.
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I love you ’tis the simplest way
The thing I feel to tell;
Yet if I told it all the day,
You’d never guess how well:
You are my comfort and my light-
My very life you seem:
I think of you all day-all night
“Tis but of you I dream.

There’s pleasure in the lightest word
That you can speak to me.
My soul is itke the Aeolian chord,
And strates still to thes Iancer read the love song yet.
Na thriiting fond, ar tros, hot in
Bane klader thought for you.
I lets the shadows on your face.

The list open your halt I itke for hours to sit and trave
The passing banges there; I love to hear your voice’ a tone,
Although you shoulit ut asy
A single want to dream upan
When that has died away.

Oh! you are kindly as the hean
That warme where’er it slays.
And you are gentis as a dieans
Of happy future daye
And you are strong to do the right.
And swift the wrong to fine.
And if you were sunt hair
You’re all the world to me