So this is love in the end of December.
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Quiet nights quiet stars.
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And I¡¯m here Monday to Sunday.
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Cause you¡¯re fragile and I¡¯m weak.
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So you fall with the nights¡¯ grow longer.
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Into sleep you won¡¯t wake up.
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And I am here I¡¯m sitting beside you.
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And I¡¯ll wait until the Spring.
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Don¡¯t you worry.
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I¡¯ll be there for you.
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Don¡¯t worry about me.
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You know me better than that.
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Don¡¯t you worry.
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I will be there for you.
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I¡¯ll catch you if you would fall.
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So you drift when the days grow colder.
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Away from me, and won¡¯t look back.
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Far away and I can¡¯t guite.
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But I am here until the Spring.
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Don¡¯t you worry.
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I¡¯ll be there for you.
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Don¡¯t worry about me.
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You know me better than that.
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Don¡¯t you worry.
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I will be there for you.
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I¡¯ll catch you if you would fall .
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Love in December [¿µÈ '¾ÖÀÎ' ¿¹°íÆí ¹è°æÀ½¾Ç]
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