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My love and I ask little of the world |
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The right to sigh together in the rain |
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And walk with hands up in the sun |
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And share our joys and our pains |
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And yet they say that we were wrong |
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That we hadn't the right to our love |
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That this love was shameful to see |
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And yet we treasured our love |
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And so we go our solitary way |
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Indifferent to the cold unfriendly stares |
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Indifferent to the whispered talk |
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We don't care at all |
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We have all we need |
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As long as we can be together |
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We find our consolation in each other's eyes |
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The sweet look of wonder |
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We know that we have earned the precious right to love |
