O my love, O my love,
You surely came from above
Without you I will die,
Why would I lie, why would I lie,
I will love you till I grow old
Without you my heart is cold
I think of you all the time
You have really blown my mind
You're my rhyme, you're my art
The only person to steal my heart
The question stands: I am who?
I am someone who loves you
O you who comes from above
I have already died in your love
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