| I’d work for you, I’d even slave for you,
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| I’d be a beggar or a knave for you.
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| And if that isn’t love it’ll have to do,
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| Until the real thing comes along.
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| I’d gladly move the earth for you,
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| To prove my love dear and its worth for you.
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| And if that isn’t love it’ll have to do,
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| Until the real thing comes along.
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| With all the words dear at my command,
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| I just can’t make you understand.
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| I’ll always love you darling, come what may,
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| My heart is yours, what more can I say.
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| I’d sigh for you, I’d cry for you,
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| I’d tear the stars down from the sky fo you.
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| And if that isn’t love it’ll have to do,
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| Until the real thing comes along.
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| I’d sigh for you, I’d cry for you,
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| I’d tear the stars down from the sky fo you.
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| And if that isn’t love it’ll have to do,
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| Until the real thing comes along. |