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“I'm gonna love you Till the heavens Stop the rain. I'm gonna Love you Till the stars Fall from the sky For you and I”

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Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison

Jim Morrison was an American rock singer and poet, one of the representatives of rock music in the 1960s. His music style was unique, with poetic lyrics, which had a profound impact on the world. more

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