Portrait of My Love

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never be A portrait of my love For nobody could paint a will never see a portrait of my love for miracles I'll never see anyone who sees her soon forgets the Mona Lisa it would take I know a Michelangelo and he would need to glow The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly.

The trending trees embraced the breeze tenderly.

Then you and I came wandering by and lost in our The show was kissed by C.N.B.' 's tenderly.