This world, a canvas, beauty's claim,
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim,
Yet love’s the only burning flame.
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim,
Without love, all is just a name.
My heart has found its sure acclaim,
Without love, all is just a name.
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim.
Love's hue, a steadfast, bonded art,
Once touched, it never will depart.
A thread so frail, yet bound so deep,
It cannot break, this vow to keep.
Let lovers never grieve or weep,
Without love, all is sleep.
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim.
Yes, this world, a canvas, beauty's claim,
Without love, all is just a name.
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim.
In love, my life will now reside,
This longing, in my heart, does hide.
What care I then for all the world?
My universe, this love, unfurled.
Where love resides, there worlds are shown,
Where love resides, there worlds are known,
Without love, all is just a groan.
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim,
Without love, all is just a name.
My heart has found its sure acclaim,
Without love, all is just a name.
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim.
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim.
This world, a canvas, beauty's claim.
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