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Love is a strange thing |
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| Like sand it | ||||
| Changes with the | ||||
| Breeze | ||||
| Finding itself everywhere | ||||
| If only for a | ||||
| Day | ||||
| Love travels far | ||||
| Lives many | ||||
| Ways | ||||
| Both beauty and ugliness | ||||
| Cross its | ||||
| Face | ||||
| But always it is a comfort | ||||
| If only to the | ||||
| Soul | ||||
| Love will find us all | ||||
| Maybe only for an | ||||
| Instant | ||||
| Maybe for a | ||||
| Lifetime | ||||
| But always our | ||||
| Deepest | ||||
| Memory | ||||
| Love may be a strange thing | ||||
| Maybe hard | ||||
| Maybe short | ||||
| But my life | ||||
| Depends on | ||||
| Finding | ||||
| Love | ||||
| For my heart and soul | ||||
| Exist only | ||||
| For that | ||||
| Day | ||||