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The Beauty of Love
There is no where can the beauty-
stay longer than in the memory.
Leaving before it fades away-
forever the beauty stays.
The beauty of love is there
where it's not suppose to be..
at the end of the tiring pray
of the sinking sun to the sea..
The beauty of love is hold-
in the dying leave of Autumn,
when the world is gray and cold,
and the age is welcome
In the shooting star light
one second in the dark night.
The beauty is always there-
where it's not supposed to be..
Leave it in the memory
the beauty of love stays..
Oh why.. must you and me
waited till all faded away..
Dec. 23, 1997
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