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Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light |
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To chase a feather in the wind |
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Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight |
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There moves a thread that has no end. |
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For many hours and days that pass ever soon |
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The tides have caused the flame to dim |
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At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom |
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Is this to end or just begin? |
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All of my love, all of my love |
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Oh, all of my love to you now |
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All of my love, all of my love |
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Oh, all of my love to you now. |
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The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again |
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One voice is clear above the din |
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Proud Arianne one word, my will to sustain |
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For me, the cloth once more to spin. |
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Oh, all of my love, all of my love |
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Oh, all of my love for you now |
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All of my love, all of my love |
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Yes, all of my love to you, child. |
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Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time |
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His is the force that lies within |
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Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find |
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He is a feather in the wind. |
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Oh, all of my love, all of my love |
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Oh, all of my love to you now |
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All of my love, oh-oh |
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Yes, all of my love to you now. |
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All of my love, all of my love |
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All of my love, love |
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Sometimes, sometimes, alright |
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Sometimes, sometimes, oh, all |
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Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey |
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Ooh, ooh, yeah, |
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It's, all, all, all, all, all of my love, all of my love |
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All of my love to you now |
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All of my love, all of my love |
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All of my love |
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To, to you and you and you and you and yeah |
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I get a little bit lonely, just a little, just a little |
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Just a little bit lonely, just a little bit lonely |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey... |
