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What is love? |
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Is it a feeling,? |
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Does it have meaning? |
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Love is a feeling that comes from deep within…. |
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A warm glow….. |
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as only you know |
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It creeps up, shows no signs |
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then its there!!!!. |
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Your heart is bare |
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love gives you a scare!! |
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Inner most feelings, come to light |
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you want to take flight |
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from this thing you feel |
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but it is so very real |
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Thoughts begin to amass |
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questions you ask yourself |
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is this real or lust? |
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Life can be so unjust |
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Love is so undecided |
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Love is all |
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Love surrounds you |
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It bathes you in delight |
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makes your world so bright |
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Your heart quickens |
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when it hears the call…… |
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You could never love me |
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On netmeet I saw you first |
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I thought, Hmmmm, I’ll give him a burst |
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Message to you I sent, Here on icq |
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To which you replied from me to you |
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Talk we did, for weeks on end |
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chat mode, messages, we did send |
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the more we talked. my feelings grew |
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that was here on icq |
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So far and yet so near you live |
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but we agreed to meet, so we did |
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my heart I had to give |
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that you captured so you did |
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spoilt it all I did |
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wish I would have hid |
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love I did declare |
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my heart was laid bare |
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But what was I to do? |
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I knew that I had fallen for you |
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nothing did you say… |
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.I was in dismay |
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How stupid can one be? |
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Nights of passion, we did share |
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But… |
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I knew you could never love me…. |
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In Love… |
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You have an aura…my friend told me, |
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you look so happy and full of glee |
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Like the cat who got the cream |
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Me all I could do was dream |
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The look was in my eye |
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felt I could die |
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happiness, is what I got |
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and that means a lot |
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Cupid has drawn his long bow |
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His arrows I felt, don’t I know. |
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Here in my heart |
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Cupid shot them from the start |
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Tis happiness I feel |
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this thing is for real |
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You for me, me for you |
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wow this is surreal!!!!!!! |
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Teresa Fenn Jones…… 25/4/1999 |
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