Love Me
Love me like there's no ttomorrow
when the sun shines at its highest
and the moon glows at it's brightest
love me like you've never loved me before
when winter trees turn into summer gleams
and the moon's glows turns into the sun's beams
love me like you'll never see me again
when the moon leaves, the sun pops up
and does nothing but light the whole place up
just love me like it's soon to be over
when the summer day turns into the winter night,
although dark, but yet still, makes that beautiful sight.
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