| Stone love — she kneels before the grave
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| A brave son — who gave his life
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| To save the slogan
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| That hovers between the headstone and her eyes
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| For they penetrate her grieving
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| New love — a boy and girl are talking
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| New words — that only they can share in
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| New words — a love so strong it tears their hearts
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| To sleep — through the fleeting hours of morning
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| Love is careless in its choosing
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| Sweeping over cross a baby
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| Love descends on those defenseless
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| Idiot love will spark the fusion
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| Inspirations have I none
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| Just to touch the flaming dove
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| All I have is my love of love
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| And love is not loving
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| Soul love — the priest that tastes the word and
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| Told of love — and how my God on high is
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| All love — though reaching up my loneliness
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| Evolves, by the blindness that surrounds him
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| Love is careless in its choosing
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| Sweeping over cross a baby
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| Love descends on those defenseless
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| Idiot love will spark the fusion
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| Inspirations have I none
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| Just to touch the flaming dove
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| All I have is my love of love
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| And love is not loving |