Love is here for you
Everywhere you go,
Dreams may come true
Before you ‘ll know.
So much is living
In its usual vain,
Not of much giving
Just being in pain.
Life is such a bliss
Wondering and while,
What you make it is
In its ordinary style.
Let your dreams come
They will be giving,
Dreams back some
As your days are living.
Love is always trying
With its hope and heart,
But time's flying
In its way's depart.
So, you must make tries
What you can and must,
Before time dies
And your hope is lost.
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