And when that world slows down, dear.
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she'll be here, yes she'll be there,
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she'll be here, yes she'll be there,
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need.
She is love, and she is all I need.
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