Love Is Still
Before the willow's arms are bare
Before the golden leaves are brown
Before the meadow's green is gone
Before the swinging sun is down
Promise me your love is still
Before the ocean's call is quiet
Before the midnight rain has passed
Before the ground beneath us cracks
Before the reign of death is cast
Promise me your love is still
Before my bones are worn and weak
Before my hair has fallen grey
Before my scent's a dying rose
Before I meet my dying day
Promise me your love is still
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