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Our love was blind, our love was at one point cold,
it was so hard to find, and it was so hard to hold.
Our love can see, in us love can definitely live,
no matter where we are, love knows to whom I give.
Love is an amazing game, love has a certain way,
when we are together, it does not matter how each of us play.
Our love was once my wish, was even a dream,
served on a golden dish, and held at the seam.
Our love will go on, and it has carried us,
I would never hurt you, that you can trust.
Our love is so true, and our love is it,
for you and I, to carry this bit.
Love is rich, love is poor,
no matter which one, we always want it more.
Our love made us cry, our love made us smile,
this 11 months, felt like such a little while.
Our love is around, and starts from inside,
the beating sound of our hearts, we can each alway find.
Our love can be, and our love can do,
so please keep on loving me, because I will keep on loving you.