If loving you is wrong, then let me die,
for in your eyes the truth begins.
All can judge and the stars may frown,
I still choose you and take the crown.
They call it madness, I call it love,
The hearts that met, though far too late.
If right means losing all I feel
Then let wrong be love, and love is real.
As whispers rise, let rules decay,
Come night or day, my heart won't change.
If this love defies the song
Then I'll live guilty all my long life.
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