| Forgetting |
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About |
| The |
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Words |
| |
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| Getting |
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Lost in |
| Her |
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Eyes |
| |
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| Lost |
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In |
| Her |
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Embrace |
| |
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| Magic |
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Of a |
| Touch |
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Look |
| |
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| So much |
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More |
| Than can ever be |
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Said |
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| How to |
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Explain it |
| I will never |
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Know |
| |
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| What it |
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Is |
| I will never |
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Understand |
| |
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| Language of |
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Love |
| Mystery to |
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Us all |
| |
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| No |
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Way to |
| Explain |
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It |
| |
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| Facet of |
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Life that |
| Defies |
|
Explanation |
| |
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| So why even |
|
Try to |
| Analyze |
|
It |
| |
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| Not something we |
|
Can |
| Measure or |
|
Define |
| |
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| Must merely |
|
Accept it |
| Not ask |
|
Questions |
| |
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| Appreciate the |
|
Joy it |
| Brings to |
|
Living |
| |
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| Not turn our |
|
Backs |
| When it |
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Arrives |
| |
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| Open our |
|
Arms |
| Embrace |
|
It |
| |
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| Thankful for the |
|
Love |
| That comes to our |
|
Way |
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