love is a sport.
something we need.
filled with anger and doubt,
jealousy, greed.
i've played this game so many times
i come up with all these stupid rhymes
but what will matter
once it all is done?
because love is a game
that nobody's won.
but love is so great
and so much fun you see
you have to play to win
or you will never really be free
so take a step forward
give it your best
choose to follow thru
or you will have failed the test
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