Though I come knocking at your door,
You are my ship come into shore.
There may not be a Heaven’s gate,
But you are swinging in my fate.
If there was ever joyous doom
It is your footstep in my room.
If there’s one celebration true,
It is the look I get from you,
And for the icing on the cake,
Cheek to cheek is no mistake.
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