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There could never be a portrait of my love
For nobody can paint a dream,
You will never see a portrait of my love,
For miracles are never seen.
Anyone who sees her, soon forgets the Mona Lisa,
It would take I know, a Michaelangelo,
And he would need the glow of dawn to paint the skies above,
To try and paint a portait of my love.
