When I stop loving you the way I do,
there'll be no moon to shine,
no sky of blue,
When our two lips no longer cling,
there'll be no bird to sing,
there'll be no spring.
When I stop wanting you,
forever more,
there'll be no ocean wave to kiss the shore.
This world will crumble,
and the skies will fall,
my heart won't speak at all,
When I stop loving you.
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