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Poets write fancy things about love
But they don't have no call
Love is like birth or death or taxes
Love just is, that's all
Love is a simple thing
Love is a silver ring
Shiny as a ribbon bow
Soft as a quiet snow
Love is a nursery rhyme
Old as the tick of time
Love is so many things
Bright as an angel's wings
Gentle as the morning light
Long as a winter night
Love makes an old heart sing
It fills every empty space
Love is a warming place
Love is a simple thing
Love is a summer moon
Gay as a big balloon
Wild as a storm at sea
Young as a calliope
Love is a touch of spring
Love is a simple thing
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