Love, At Last...
If the ground should quake,
If the sky should fall,
If the rain lets up,
If the plants all die,
There is one thing left.
If we lose sight,
If we can't speak,
If the bow breaks,
on the last tree,
we won't cry
or resign,
for we know
there's one
thing left:
love.
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