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Wait till you see her, see how she looks
Wait till you hear her laugh
Painters of paintings, writer of books
Never could tell the half
Wait till you feel the warmth of her glance
Pensive and sweet and wise
All of it lovely, all of it thrilling
I'll never be willing to free her
When you see her, you won't believe your eyes
Wait till you feel the warmth of her glance
She is pensive and sweet and wise
All of it lovely, all of it thrilling
I'll never be willing to free her
When you see her, you won't believe your eyes