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  touch these tired eyes of mine
 And map my face  line by line
 And somehow growing old  fine
 I listen close for I'm  smart
 You wrap you thoughts in  of art
 And they're hanging  the walls of my heart
 
 I may not have the  touch
 I may not say the  as such
 And though I may not  like much
 I'm yours
 And though my  may be rough
 And never  I'm quite enough
  may not seem like very much
 But I'm yours
 
 You heeled these  over time
 Embraced my soul
 You loved my 
  the only angel in my life
 The day news came  best friend died
 My  went week and you saw me cry
 Say I'm still the soldier  your eyes
 
 I may not have the softest 
 I may not say the words as 
 And though I may  look like much
 I'm yours
 And though my  may be rough
 And  feel I'm quite enough
 It  not seem like very much
 But I'm yours
 
 I  not have the softest touch
 I  not say the words as such
 I know I don't fit in that 
 But I'm yours