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I wrote down this poem by the light of the moon |
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Roses are red, and remind me of you |
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And all of a sudden, out of the blue |
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Love's epiphany |
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Call me a dreamer, call me a fool |
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The colors of autumn are often imbued |
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With the sweet smell of summer as life starts anew |
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Love's epiphany |
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Love's epiphany |
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And life in all her wisdom and her ways |
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Fall silent and await the end of days |
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And the question in our minds will always be |
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What becomes of me? |
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Love's epiphany |
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What becomes of me? |
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Love's epiphany |
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Love's epiphany |
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Love's epiphany |
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I wrote you this poem by the light of the moon |
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Knowing full well that if wishes come true |
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They can also buy the same token anew |
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Love's epiphany |
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Love's epiphany |
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And life in all her beauty and her grace |
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Lies wilting in the ashes of her rage |
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And the question in our hearts will always be |
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What becomes of me? |
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Love's epiphany |
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What becomes of me? |
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Love's epiphany |
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What becomes of me? |
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Love's epiphany (What becomes of me?) |
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Love's epiphany (What becomes of me?) |
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Love's epiphany (What becomes of me?) |
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Love's epiphany (What becomes of me?) |
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Love's epiphany (What becomes of me?) |
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Love's epiphany (What becomes of me?) |
