Ten minutes ago I saw you
You looked up as I came thorough the door
My head started reeling
You gave me the feeling the room had no ceiling or floor
Ten minutes ago I met you and we murmured our how do you dos
I wanted to ring out the bells
And fling out my arms and to sing out
The news I have found her she's an angel
With the dust of the stars in her eyes
We are dancing
We are flying
And he's taking me back to the skies

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Writer(s): OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN II, RICHARD RODGERS