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Hallways and staircases everyday to climb |
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To go up to my white walled room out on the end of time |
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Where I can be with my love for she is all that is mine |
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And she'll always be there, my love don't care about time |
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I laugh with her, cry with her, hold her close she is mine |
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The way she tells me of her love and never is she trying |
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She don't have to be assured of many good things to find |
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And she'll always be there, my love don't care about time |
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Her eyes are dark and deep with love, her hair hangs long and fine |
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She walks with ease and all she sees is never wrong or right |
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And with her arms around me tight I see her all in my mind |
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And she'll always be there my love don't care about time |
