Our
love will never fade.
Maybe it’s time, let’s run away.
You’re the flower to my spring,
The lullaby that sings me to sleep,
Even in the darkest hour.
Let’s runaway, maybe to Paris,
How about France?
Our adventures will remind us,
When we are old and grey,
Of all the magic we had in our hearts,
And that we didn’t let it fade away.
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