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Love is beautiful, fierce, and strong. |
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An insatiable, all-consuming fire. |
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A lion pacing on the red hot embers of desire. |
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Love is a thirst that's never quenched, |
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A sacred flame that can't be drenched |
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By icy showers of sobriety |
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Or a society |
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Strangled by notions of propriety. |
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So what kind of love is this, |
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This love that dares not speak its name? |
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This love that hangs its head in shame? |
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Is this so-called love even worthy of its name? |
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True love doesn't lie, |
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It doesn't hide, |
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And it will never be denied |
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The right to sing its furious song |
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In the sad, empty streets from dusk 'til dawn. |
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Love laughs at fear |
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And cries out its name for all to hear. |
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Love is beautiful, |
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Fierce, and loud. |
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But most of all, |
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Love is PROUD! |
