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Its not how long we held each others hand
What matters is how well we loved each other
Its not how far we travelled on our way
Of what we found to say
Its not the spring you see, but all the shades of green
Its not how long I held you in my arms
What matters is how sweet the years together
Its not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
Its not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
What matters most is that we loved at all.