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Love is not moonlit walks, or sunsets in the sands, heaven on earth, a warm spring day, or always holding hands Love is not a dozen red roses, or a fairy-tale romance, a promise of forever, fireworks and butterflies, or a passionate slow dance Nor is it jealousy, or thousands of painful lies, having to wonder, changing yourself, or ending in one left to cry. . . * B a c k * |