You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Did I ever tell you your my hero
You’re everything, everything, I wish I could be
I can fly higher than an eagle,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings
so high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you, thank God for you,
the wind beneath my wings.
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