Till the moon deserts the sky till all the seas run dry till then I'll worship you. Till the tropic sun grows cold till this young world grows old my darling I'll adore you. You are my reason to live all I own I would give just to have you adore me. Till the rivers flow up stream till lovers cease to dream till then I'm yours be mine.
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