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I love you in the morning I love you in the afternoon At night, And underneath the moon I love you in the summer I love you on a snowy day Because you have hope my gaze (?) I have your pictures and your letters underneath my bed I have the painting on the portraits hangin inside my head And whenever you're away and I'm without you're hands I read them and I see them like a marching band I memorize their rythms and you know it's true I love you. it's true I love you when you're laughing I love you when you're mad at me I love you when you're spilling tea I loved you back in highschool I loved you back in college day I loved you in your awkward phase I have your pictures and your letters underneath my bed I have the painting on the portraits hangin in my head And whenever you're away and I'm without you're hands I read them and I see them like a marching band I memorize their rythms and you know it's true I love you, it's true (repeat several times)