The special way you look at me,
That makes you know me thru and thru,
The special way you hold my hand,
Telling me deep, you understand,
The way you talk with our life planned,
So that we never leave this Land,
The Land that only you and I,
Can thus posses until we die,
For Loversland, belongs to those,
That Love has blessed, that’s how it goes.

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