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Come into these arms again
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and lay your body down
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The rhythm of this trembling heart is beating like a drum
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It beats for you it bleeds for you
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It knows not how it sounds for it is the drum of drums
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it is the song of songs
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Once i had the rarest rose
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that ever deigned to bloom
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Cruel winter chilled the bud and stole my flower too soon
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loveliness
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hopelessness
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To search the ends of time for there is in all the world no greater love than mine
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still falls the rain
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still falls the night
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be mine forever
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Let me be the only one to keep you from the cold
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Now the floor of heaven is laid
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its stars of brightest glow
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they shine for you, they burn for all to see
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Come into these arms again
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and set this spirit free
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