I love thee,
I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars grow old...
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The dialogue and thoughts of 2 lovers- A glimpse into random thoughts on everything, and anything..
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And if the sun grows old
and if the stars should grow cold,
I will be blissfully chilled
with the thought that you once loved me..
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