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Because you come to me with naught save loveAnd hold mine hand and lift mine eyes aboveA wider world of hope and joy I seeBecause you come to meBecause you speak to me in accent sweetI find the roses waking round my feetAnd I am led through tears and joys to theeBecause you speak to meBecause God made thee mine I'll cherish theeThrough light and darkness, through all time to beAnd pray His love may make our love divineBecause God made thee mine From Letras Mania