To someone who is out of town....................

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you are there in my song
you are there in my dreams
you are there in everything
ohh! you are not in the city

my heart melts a lot
when i see you frown,
this evening keep yourself free
ohh! you are not in the city

your love has divinity
which proves the sanctity
you are almighty
ohh! you are not in the city

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