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Whenever it’s ear - ly twilight,

I watch till a star breaks through.

Funny it’s not a star I see, it’s al – ways you.

Whenever I roam through roses,

And lately I of – ten do,

Funny it’s not a rose I touch, it’s always you.

Bridge:

If a breeze caresses me, it’s really you strolling by,

If I hear a[Bm7-5] mel – o – dy, it’s merely the way you sigh.

Wherever you are, you’re near me,

You dare me to be un – true,

Funny, each time I fall in love, it’s al – ways you.