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I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself:
Just can't get over Losing You.
I Close My Eyes And Count To Ten;
How Can I Be Sure it's true?
 
If Wishin' and Hopin' could bring you back
Then millions would make it so.
Little by Little, we're All Cried Out.
Some of Your Lovin' stays with us though.
 
You Don't Have To Say You Love Me:
I am but one of your many fans.
The Look of Love was in your eyes
With the Son of a Preacher Man.
 
Through the years you told us that:
 "I Only Want to Be With You".
You entertained us with your voice
And so your Reputation grew
 
The very first time that we heard you
Was in The Springfields with your brother
And Goin' Back to those days,
Your voice was not like any other.
 
Right from the start you were a star;
You'll Stay Awhile in all our hearts.
Maybe you've found your Island of Dreams,
And In Private, contented: your soul now departs.