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Verse 1:
How can you tell me that you love me
How can you tell me that you care
How can you tell me love is forever
How can you tell me you’ll be there
Pre-chorus:
Life too short so make it happen
Life is too short so make it good
You are the sun of my birght day
You are the moon when night comes
Chorus:
I will love you till the stars won’t shine, I will love you till the sea runs dry
I will love you till the seasons grow, I will love you till the clouds don’t cry
Verse 2:
How can you tell me that you’ll need me
How can you tell me that it’s fair
How can you tell me love is not bitter
How can you tell me you’ll be there
Life too short so make it happen
Life is too short so make it good
You are the sun of my birght day
You are the moon when night comes
Chorus:
I will love you till the stars won’t shine, I will love you till the sea runs dry
I will love you till the seasons grow, I will love you till the clouds don’t cry, I will love you till the clouds don’t cry
Bridge:
We will make it through, I know we will
We have faith, we can make it through my dear
Chorus:
I will love you till the stars won’t shine, I will love you till the sea runs dry
I will love you till the seasons grow, I will love you till the clouds don’t cry
I will love you till the clouds don’t cry
I will love you till the clouds don’t cry
I will love you till the clouds don’t cry
About the Creator
Ismael Fortunado
I am an Engineer, an author, an inventor, a scientist, a poet, a lyricist, a novelist, a fellow candidate, a theorist, journal reviewer, board member, writer and a researcher. I am from Caloocan City, Philippines.
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