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Till the end of the world you will be mine

Till the stars in the sky cease to shine Till the sands of the desert grow cold Till the last petal falls from the rose Till the sun and moon hide in darkness And we wait for that great light to shine Oh! my dearest how long will I love you Till the end of the world you will be mine

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2021-06-20T07:00:00.0000000Z

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