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the lovers of time
the lovers of time
oh my dear lady
i do love you
i don't want this to be a cliche
nor a drab love song
i want this to be for you you you
not anybody else
so sing me a song baby
a song of love
about how we met
and what we have
and who we are dear
we are the lovers
the lovers of time
the lovers of time
the lovers of time
how lucky we are
we have this time now
a thing that is...
Monday 19th February 2018 5:16 pm
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