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Love thoughts Yesterday... I thought love was innocent Innocent as the child falls asleep As the breathless flow of the stream As the dancing twosome in the hall. Now... I found out love is meaningful As the dew of early full moon dawn As the reddish cloud of early dawn Vivid in the horizon promising a bright and beautiful day As the twinkling star of midnight As the newly full bloom rose. Tomorrow... Oh! we can't speak of tomorrow Love might be crazy Love might be wrath Roses may fade Clouds may darken Dew will become dry But not my love that blooms. |