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All the stars may shine a bright, | All the clouds maybe blind, But when you smile, Oh how I feel so good. But that I can hardly wait to hold you, And fold you never enough, render your heart to me. All mine, You'll have to be. From that cloud, number nine, Angels stars shall decline. And with such sad regret, Oh as those starry skies, As they swiftly fall, Make no mistake, You shan't escape, Tethered and tied, There nowhere to hide from me. All mine, You'll have to be. So don't resist, we shall exist, Until the day, until the day, I die. All mine, You'll have to be.
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