He was beautiful, beautiful to my eyes
From the moment I saw him the sun filled the sky.
He was so, so beautiful; beautiful just to hold
In my dreams he was springtime, winter was cold.
How could I tell him what I so clearly could see?
Though I longed for him another trusted me completely
so I never could be free
Ah, but it was beautiful knowing that he cared
I will always remember moments we shared.
Now it's all over still the feelings linger on
For my dream keeps returning now that he's gone.
For it was beautiful, beautiful to be loved
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