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All My Love
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
All of my love, all of my love, oh, all of my love to you, now
All of my love, all of my love, oh, all of my love to you, now
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin
All of my love, all of my love, oh, all of my love to you, now
All of my love, all of my love, yes, all of my love to you, child
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
His is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind
All of my love, all of my love, oh, all of my love to you, now
All of my love, oh-whoa, yes, all of my love, all of my love to you, now
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love, love
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All of my love, all of my love, all of my love, love
All of my love, oh-whoa, yes, all of my love, all of my love to you, now
All of my love, all of my love, oh, all of my love to you, now
He is a feather in the wind
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
His is the force that lies within
Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
All of my love, all of my love, yes, all of my love to you, child
All of my love, all of my love, oh, all of my love to you, now
For me, the cloth once more to spin
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
One voice is clear above the din
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
All of my love, all of my love, oh, all of my love to you, now
All of my love, all of my love, oh, all of my love to you, now
Is this to end or just begin?
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
The tides have caused the flame to dim
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
There moves a thread that has no end
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
To chase a feather in the wind
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
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| AAll MMy LLove |
| ll y ove |
| lAl yM oLve |
| zll jy kove |
| zAll jMy kLove |
| Azll Mjy Lkove |
| qll ky oove |
| qAll kMy oLove |
| Aqll Mky Loove |
| sll ny pove |
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| sAll nMy pLove |
| Asll Mny Lpove |
| wll Myy |
| wAll M Lve |
| Awll My Lvoe |
| xll Mg Lkve |
| xAll Mgy |
| Axll Myg Lokve |
| Alll Mh L9ve |
| Al Mhy L9ove |
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| All Myh Lo9ve |
| Akl M6 L0ve |
| Akll M6y L0ove |
| Alkl My6 Lo0ve |
| Aol Mu Llve |
| Aoll Muy Llove |
| Alol Myu Lolve |
| Apl M7 Live |
| Apll M7y Liove |
| Alpl My7 Loive |
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| Mj Lovve |
| Loe |
| Myj Loev |
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