where is Love?
maybe, down the back of sofa?
where is Love?
trying to remember...
perhaps on the clapham omnibus?
no! i must be sure it was not thus
for were it so it would mean I fear
i had already lost Love before i met you my dear
which just can't be true
as love you I did
and do
and will
i know where it is now
the last place looked
where it always was
i was wearing it
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