Count your blessings,
Look ahead,
Turn away,
Your past is dead.
In love I hold,
The one so dear,
Life and its blessings,
In you so near,
My heart is filled,
My soul renewed,
Everything is marvelous,
Since I met you.
Hold me,
Squeeze me,
Lift me,
You fulfill me.
Count your blessings,
Look ahead,
Turn away,
Your past is dead.
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