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Apr 01, 2005 11:52

Love is more than what’s
expected
The word it is less than it ‘s meaning
And greater is it’s purpose

The moon swoops down to the seaIn a never ending vally
The stars sparkle and shine
And never find the time to rest
This is a tearsure ment for the best

There is always hope
For tomarrow is a new day
After the rain a rainbow
After the clouds a blue sky

Your heart is cold as ice
And your words cut like knife
Your too involed in your self That you seem to love no one else
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