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I'm looking inside for |
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The particles of my past |
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Putting all together |
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To compose a neat contrast |
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And now, in the middle |
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I have found what ever lasts |
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Blowing like spring air |
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Is the love which brings a blast |
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I feel my prior time |
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Like a pantomine |
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In which what is prime |
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Never comes again |
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Meanwhile your living |
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Is going on |
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Love I have discovered |
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In the core of human frame |
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Where all is always changing |
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Love is every time the same |
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It's the force of past |
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To give me impulse to win the game |
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At the end of my way |
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Love cleans all my harshest blames away |
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I feel my prior time |
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As if was a crime |
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In which I think I'm |
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Who feels and gives pain |
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Meanwhile your living |
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Is going on |
