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Love Love is like a lady's laughter Powerful and weak the same, What is this mighty strange sensation That, a man, it manages to maim. It makes some weak It makes some strong It will trap you All year long It'll make you obsessed With the one you love You'll feel so light Like a soft, white dove And if your love is strong it will last your whole life It will see you through sickness It will see you through strife. -HTC |
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A little bit of history: I wrote this one for no reason at all. I just felt like writing it, so I did. As I see it, it seems to end prematurely. I keep telling myself that I'm going to edit it, but I never get around to it. Oh well, people say that it's good anyway. I say that it's alright for what it is, but what it is isn't really all that special. |
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