Friday, February 19, 2010

I'll love you dear

She

I'll love you dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountains.
And the salmon sings in the street.
I'll love you till the ocean is folded and hung up to dry.
And the seven stars go squawking,
Like geese about in the sky.

I'll love you dear.

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