Just by your smile that I see creeping through,
Never a glad hour but you make it brighter,
Heart of me, part of me--Some one like you.


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How come the thoughts of you joyously welling
Up like the water of springs bubbling clear,
What a new joy everytime in the telling
Some thing that always I want you to hear.
Roses of June or the snows of December
Gray be the skies or like azure the blue,
Far be the day that I may not remember,
Near to me, dear to me--Some one like you.