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Love is a song that an idiot sings,
when perched on a high flung cloud,
love is the echo of bygone days
wrapped in youth and laughters shroud.
Love, is an unknown something small,
that is large as the realms of space.
Love is a whimper, a whisper, a prayer,
a joke on the human race.
yet if fills me, it thrills me, it haunts me,
oh how it taunts me.
And when I touch it, it is gone.
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