Love takes its way, Like a pregnant cloud, Into a dead heart To give it a vital life, It crosses all ways To reach from a certain heart Into another eager heart anytime, It goes to make a different thing Into two hearts And make them one pretty heart, It unites hearts into A pretty and lovely thing We feel it and We need it, Its tastes great and lovely, so Only lovers feel that thing Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere.
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