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By the moon as I sit to seek your glory,
the white roses I see, creates a new story.
Seasons are many, their reasons few.
What remains is that I will always love you!!
“You've gotta dance
there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
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