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Lyrics
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Never was there a love like mine, through the years held out to me. But I was young and I was blind, too blind to see. I was a wild and budding rose, I turned my love a constant thorn. and when I blossomed in my prime; my love was gone. I'll not give you, hands of time, the power other people do! a love that was so surely mine, I'll not yield....to you.
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: gypsilady
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Music Credits: gypsilady
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Producer Credits: Johnny Neel & GypsiLady
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Publisher Credits: Gypsilady & Brown Music Productions, Inc. (BMI).
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Performance Credits: The Tennessee 5
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Label Credits: Gypsil
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Description
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Short Song Description: a refusal to accept the loss of a love that once was. Some determination of youth to hold to the eternal nature of things.
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Metadata
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Song Length: 4:45
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Primary Genre: Folk-Alternative
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Secondary Genre: Folk-Contemporary
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Tempo: Slow (71 - 90)
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Subject Matter 1: Life
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Subject Matter 2: Determination
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Mood 1: Peaceful
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Mood 2: Tranquil
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Language: English
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Era: 2000 and later
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