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Should I fall out of love my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight the hand to the loom
Is this the end or just begin
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
The cup is raised the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word my love to sustain
For me the cloth once more to spin
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you
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