(originally by Frank Sinatra)
This love of mine goes on and on
Though life is empty since you have gone
You're always on my mind, though out of sight
It's lonesome through the day
But oh, the night
I cry my heart out, it's bound to break
Since nothing matters, let it break
I ask the sun and the moon, the stars that shine
What's to become of it, this love of mine
I ask the sun and the moon, the stars that shine
What's to become of it, this love of mine
This love of mine
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