Frank Sinatra

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Like an ^CM7 April b ^F reeze on the ^Dm6 wings of s ^Em7 pring.
^Dm7 And you app ^G7 ear in all your s ^C plen ^C/B - ^Am7 dor, ^Am7/G
Dm7 My one and ^G7 on - ly lo ^C ve.
^C The shadows ^Em7 fall and spread their ^Dm7 mystic c ^G7 harms
In the ^CM7 hush of ni ^F ght while you are ^Dm6 in my a ^Em7 rms.
^Dm7 I feel your l ^G7 ips so warm and t ^C en ^C/B - ^Am7 der, ^Am7/G
Dm7 My one and ^G7 on - ly lo ^C ve.
Bridge:
The t ^Em ouch of your hand is like ^F#m7 heaven, ^B7
A h ^Em eaven that I've never ^F#m7 known. ^B7
The ^Em blush on your c ^Em7 heek whe ^A9 never I s ^A7/9 peak
^Dm Tells me that ^Dm+7 you are my ^Dm7 own. ^G7
C You fill my ^Em7 eager heart with ^Dm7 such de ^G7 sire,
Every k ^CM7 iss you g ^F ive sets my ^Dm6 soul on ^Em7 fire,
^Dm7 I give mys ^G7 elf in sweet sur - r ^C en ^C/B - d ^Am7 er, ^Am7/G
Dm7 My one and ^G7 only l ^C ove.