Till the moon deserts the sky till the all the seas run dry till then Ill worship you
Till the tropic sun turns cold till this young world grows old
My darling, Ill adore you
Till the tropic sun turns cold till this young world grows old
My darling, Ill adore you

You are my reason to live all I own I would give
Just to have you adore me
Just to have you adore me


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