Love, I hope we get old
I hope we can find away to get through it all.
I hope we can find away to make it through the cold.
To get up we must fall.
It's going to hurt,
this is a guarantee.
I'm willing to wear this bloody shirt
if it results in you and me.
The sun is shining
but to me it looks dim.
This hill we're climbing
is steep and grim,
My love our story may not be a fairytale,
but in the end we will prevail!
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