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If oceans were filled with ink
And the sky were a blank page
Still I would run out of space
To tell of all this love
Forever will never be, long enough
To come to the end, of an endless love
I pour out my songs like the oil
From the widow's jar
If every leaf on the trees
Were the notes of a symphony
Every, season would bring
New songs the wind would sing
Forever will never be, long enough
To come to the end, of an endless love
I pour out my songs like the oil
From the widow's jar
It'll never run dry!
All the way back, all the way back
All the way back
To my, first love
All the way back, all the way back
All the way back
To my, first love