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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 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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Chorus: All of my love, all of my love, |
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All of my love to you. (repeat) |
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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 Aryan one word, my will to sustain |
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For me, the cloth once more to spin |
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Chorus Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time 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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Chorus |
