Lir: I've had time to write a book About
the way you act and look
But I haven't got a paragraph
Words are always getting in my way
Anyway, I love you
That's all I have to tell you
That's all I've got to say
And now, I'd like to make a speech About
the love that touches me
But stumbling, I would make you laugh
I feel as though my tongue were made of clay
Anyway, I love you
That's all I have to tell you
I'm not a man of poetry
Music isn't one with me
It runs from me It runs from me (duet)
Lir: and I tried to write a symphony
Amalthea: once when I was searching
Lir: but I lost the melody
Amalthea: somewhere out of reach
Lir: alas I only finished half
Amalthea: far away
Lir: and finish I suppose I never may
Amalthea: in a place I could not find
Lir: anyway, I love you
Amalthea: or heart obey
Lir: that's all I have to tell you
Amalthea: now that I'm a woman
Lir: that's all I've got to say
Amalthea: now I know the way
Lir: that's all I've got to say
Amalthea: now I know the way
Together: that's all I've got to say
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