Till The End Of Time

Till The End Of Time ballad

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Everyone has a wish
so that of mine,
To make our love eternal
till the end of time.

Oh! if only i were the breeze
and she inhaled everything of mine,
i would graved inside her forever,
till the end of time.

Had i were the rays,
her eyes would dazzled with my innocent crime,
and she”ll feel me again and again
till the end of time.

Don”t fizzle out upon my grave
oh dear! don”t be whine,
our memories”ll bind us together,
Till the end of time.

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