The tomb stone
Be it day be it night
I won't let you out of my sight
Come cold winter
Or sultry summer
You shall be my winner
For days pass by
Without high tide
I need you by my side
You are my only bride
One day to another
I will look no further
For you are nearer
It is only fair
The sky is blue
My love true
We shall remain together
And that is forever.
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