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Bowie |
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Stone love, she kneels before the grave |
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A brave son who gave his life to save |
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The slogan that hovers between the headstone and her eyes |
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For they penetrate her grieving. |
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New love, a boy and girl are talking |
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New words that only they can share in |
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New words, a love so strong it tears their hearts to sleep |
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Through the fleeting hours of morning. |
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Love is careless in its choosing |
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Sweeping over cross and baby |
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Love descends on those defenseless |
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Idiot love will spark the fusion. |
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Inspirations have I none just to touch the flaming dove |
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All I have is my love of love and love is not loving. |
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Stone love, the priest that tastes the word |
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And told of love and how my God on high is |
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All love though reaching up my loneliness evolves |
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By the blindness that surrounds him. |
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Love is careless in its choosing |
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Sweeping over cross and baby |
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Love descends on those defenseless |
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Idiot love will spark the fusion. |
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Inspirations have I none just to touch the flaming dove |
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All I have is my love of love and love is not loving. |