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Baby, I'm yours,
And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky.
Yours until the rivers all run dry.
In other words, until I die.

Baby, I'm yours.
And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines.
Yours until the poets run out of rhyme.
In other words, until the end of time.

I'm gonna stay right here by your side,
Do my best to keep you satisfied.
Nothin' in the world can drive me away,
'Cause every day, you'll hear me say

Baby, I'm yours.
And I'll be yours until two and two is three.
Yours until the mountains crumble to the sea.
In other words, until eternity.


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