All the stars may shine bright, All the clouds may be white,
But when you smile, Oh how I feel so good, That I can hardly wait
* To hold you, Enfold you, Never enough, Render your heart to me.
** All mine, You have to be From that cloud, number nine,
Danger starts the sharp incline, And such sad regrets,
Oh as those starry skies, As they swiftly fall.
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