Written by David West and Cyril
Orander
There could never be a portrait of
my love
For nobody could 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
that paints the sky above
To try and paint a portrait of my love
It would take I know, a
Michaelangelo
And he would need the glow of dawn
that paints the sky above,
To try and paint a portrait of my love
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