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Love Love This silly thing we call Love. This idea of euphoria, that exceeds any drug. Love Love It drives us poets out o' our minds when we sit down to write, seems it's the topic all the time. Love Love it's a funny little word no definition could quite fit it, but yet none sound too absurd Love Love some say it keeps them going It's a **** in the garden, that simply won't stop growing Love Love if it's true it don't stop even if you won't admit it, there's someone in your thoughts Love Love it's what I feel for you and darling after all this time, I pray you still do too.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
This thing we call Love
Love Love This silly thing we call Love. This idea of euphoria, that exceeds any drug. Love Love It drives us poets out o' our minds when we sit down to write, seems it's the topic all the time. Love Love it's a funny little word no definition could quite fit it, but yet none sound too absurd Love Love some say it keeps them going It's a **** in the garden, that simply won't stop growing Love Love if it's true it don't stop even if you won't admit it, there's someone in your thoughts Love Love it's what I feel for you and darling after all this time, I pray you still do too.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
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