I'll tell you true
Until the twelfth of never I'll still be loving you
Hold me close never let me go
Hold me close love my heart like April snow
I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom
And baby I'll love you till the roses
Have lost their perfume
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme
Until the twelfth of never
And that's a long long time
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