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"Love doesn't make the world go round.
Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. "
-Franklin P. Jones
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Do they make them like you anymore?
With eyes as blue as the ocean?
Do they make them like you anymore?
With a heart of sweetest devotion.

I can tell they knew what they were doing.
It's so obvious, through and through.
And I've been searching so long, will you tell me,
Do they still make them like you?
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Do they make them like you anymore?
For I've heard from afar that there are none.
Do they make them like you anymore?
I would give all my heart just to have one.

I would cross the abyss in a heartbeat
If the other end held something so true.
And I'm weary, my dear, won't you tell me?
Do they still make them like you?
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Oh man,
Be firm, be strong, be stout!
And arrest this foolish doubt!
Concede my hearts desire,
That she be true
With eyes so blue
They set my soul afire.
My heart seeks that
Which lingers at
The Gates of Tennyson's Well.
Oh, will there be
One left for me?
I pray thee, Angels, tell!
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Do they make them like you anymore?
For I pray that there is, indeed, one.
Do they make them like you anymore?
For I just cannot believe that there are none.

When you walk in the room I am helpless.
My heart skips a beat - or three.
And once I see your smile, I'm so taken,
There is no place that I'd rather be.
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Do they make them like you anymore?
With a soul of absolute beauty?
You smile and the clouds run away.
And I firmly believe it's my duty

To share such a wonder you've brought me,
Which, until now, I never knew.
And before I delay, let me ask you today,
Do they still make them like you?
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Do they make them like you anymore?
Is the archetect so swept up in his task,
Designing, with you as his Muse,
The secret for which I now ask?

Has he forgotten to add your sweet smile,
Or how your eyes sparkle with the morning dew?
Such a labor of love would take quite a while,
If they still make them like you.
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Do they make them like you anymore?
Or did they finally realize it's true.
That it simply cannot be done,
To recreate all your wonder anew.

Did they throw in the towl? Did they call it a day?
Did they give up the ghost in the old fashioned way?
And realize what wise men have known to be true,
There is simply no way to make a new you.
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Do they make them like you anymore?
Or are you the very last one?
Do they make them like you anymore?
Or are they now officially done?

Please don't cancel my hope all together,
That would break my poor heart in two.
Am I searching in vain, or does some hope remain?
Do they still make them like you?
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