Windmill masters, wooden shoes,
What does it take to make us cruise?
Not feel the blues?
Nothing is ever good enough,
Possessions, money, any crutch,
In loving Nature find repair
We don't do, loveliness so fair
Sooth disappointments that we bear,
A budding rose, neath bluer sky
The ocean wide, beauty to try,
And then there's, Love
That if it's found,
Becomes the whole world
Turned around,
For when there's Romance in the air,
We know that happiness is there,
And that our life we want to share,
Love, is the song that always wins
It's how Life's miracle begins
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