Love is a word not always shown
It can make your head spin
And your heart sing
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Thinking not of the world as it really is,
By two people acting like children
Two lovers looking into each others eyes
Whispering fantasies and breathing sighs
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The world seems a better place
Realising beautiful colours,
Making up the human race
Of little birds singing and flying away
And everything getting ready for a new day
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Then to reality we all must sometimes come
Two people separated,where once love began
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This world with all it's toil and bustle
Bringing us tears and trouble
When everything is asleep at night
And all things are still and quiet.
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Love the peace of a dove
Is the most wonderful thing called love.
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