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xanadu

10/27/20 11:24 AM

#51142 RE: elvisonfire #51140

Maybe not until the twelfth of never.

You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my CareClix, like roses need rain.

You ask how long I'll love you; I'll tell you true:
Until the twelfth of never, I'll still be loving you.

Make me rich, never let me go.
Make me rich, melt my heart like April snow.

I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.

Make me rich, never let me go.
Make me rich, melt my heart like April snow.

I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.

Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.