what is this strange thing
everyone welcomes with open arms
I've heard of this name
but it just hasn't walked thru my doors
I have to see it
been dying to meet it
people who talk of it
say its surely pleasing
but i say...Love who?
What is this feeling
that keeps you soaring high
people claim it's neverending
and is always on time
I gotta feel it
I gotta be near it
I'd travel a hundred miles
just to come see it
So I say...Love who?
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