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May the fruit of my toil, be yours love |
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May the fruit from my soil, be yours love |
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And from this moment on |
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May a love true and strong |
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And lives on and on, be yours love. |
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May the sons that I raise, be yours love |
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May the comforts I praise, be yours love |
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If I ever get weak may the love words I speak |
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And the arms that I seek, be yours love |
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May the Lord's shining grace, be yours love |
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May the happiest face, be yours love |
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May the last fingertips that touch |
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These two lips as life from me slips, be yours love... |
