| Some thing delicate
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| Like a pearl made smooth by a sea,
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| Something melancholy
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| Like a heart broken but unbound,
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| Something secret and safe
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| Like an old picture in a book,
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| Soemthing gold and true
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| Your voice crying out in the dark,
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| (oooooooooooooo)
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| (oooooooooooooo)
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| When my,
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| when my days are done and they,
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| and they ask me what I’ll take
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| take from this life
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| When my,
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| when my days are done and they,
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| and they ask me what I’ll take
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| take from this life
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| When my bones turn to ashes
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| all that remains is your love
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| When my bones turn to ashes
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| all that remains is your love
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| Something delicate
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| like a pearl made smooth by the sea
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| Something melancholy
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| like a heart broken but unbound. |