| Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
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| To chase a feather in the wind
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| Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
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| There moves a thread that has no end
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| For many hours and days that pass ever soon
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| The tides have caused the flame to dim
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| At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
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| Is this to end or just begin?
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| All of my love, all of my love, oh
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| All of my love to you, now
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| All of my love, all of my love
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| All of my love to you, now
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| The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
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| One voice is clear above the din
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| Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
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| For me, the cloth once more to spin
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| All of my love, all of my love, oh
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| All of my love to you, now
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| All of my love, all of my love
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| All of my love to you, child
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| Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
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| His is the force that lies within
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| Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
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| He is a feather in the wind
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| All of my love, all of my love, oh
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| All of my love to you, now
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| All of my love, oh, yes, all of my love, to you now
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| All of my love to you, child
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| Sometimes… hey hey hey, oh yeah, it’s all all all of my love, all of
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| My love, all of my love, to you now. |
| all of my love, all of mylove
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| All of my love, to to you and you and you and yeah! |
| i get alittle bit
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| Lonely. |
| just standing' up… a little bit a-lonely |