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Handle With Care

White Apple Tree

The sunset in your eyes
A baby laughs, then starts to cry
These are a few of my favorite things
So here’s my heart
Handle with care please
Someday we will fly
Out of this place
Into the sky
But as they days go passed and the weeks go by
I simply have to wonder why

Chorus:
But I cannot give you
What’s not mine to give you
But I cannot take what
Is not yours to give me

The sunrise in your eyes
Is something I cannot describe
Oh what I’d give to see this sight
Oh yes someday
But not tonight

Chorus
No, not tonight, not tonight.






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