Yours till the stars have no glory
Yours till the birds fail to sing
Yours to the end of life's story,
This pledge to you, dear, I bring.
Yours in the gray of December
Here or on far distant shores!
I've never loved anyone the way I love you
How could I? When I was born to be just yours.
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