Dancing sunlight on your hair,
the smell of sandalwood in the air,
I swear, standing there, that there
is no one more beautiful or fair
as you, my love, standing there.
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Dancing sunlight on your hair,
the smell of sandalwood in the air,
I swear, standing there, that there
is no one more beautiful or fair
as you, my love, standing there.