Give me a minute, maybe a day
If it would take longer, I hope you'd stay;
The hand on the wall matters no more
Being without you make my heart sore;
I could hold a bible to take an oath
And that which you bring, I'd take them both;
I could write a song to let you know
That day by day, my love doth grow;
I'm sworn to love, to love you alone
Deep down in my heart, there it is sown.
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