I'll reach for you across the Rocky Mountains, take you to my old stone house and the sound of bells will rise above us and will meet the sky. They'll never die.
And the sun will shed its golden fire, and the sea will become an endless pyre, and the mighty voice of angels' choir will be blessing you and me, Eternally.
As the time will pass I will love you more - the one I'll be living for...
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