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Swirling takes up all my time
Makes me know that I, I love you
Swirling, curling up in smoke
It started as a joke of love
Moss suspended on a grave
And growing in a cave
Where I can carve your name
Love you
Swirling occupies my life
And if I had a wife, she'd be you
Swirling takes up all my time
And if that's such a crime, why love you?
Moss suspended on a stone
And down the telephone
To where I call your name
Love you
Love you
Love you
Love you
Love you
Love you
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