| God made love like he made the roses
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| A miracle for all the world to share
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| All the sweetness is in the blossom
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| That only comes from true and tender care
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| God made a woman like he made the mountains
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| A thing of beauty, standing proud and strong
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| Sometimes abused, sometimes unwanted
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| But never replaced once they’re gone
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| God made life like a raging river
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| Always restless and never dry
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| Lovers who cross it must cling together
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| So few make it, so many try
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| God made man like he made the wild wind
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| Always searching, always alone
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| Until he touches that certain woman
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| Finds a lover and finds a home
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| God made life like a raging river
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| Always restless and never dry
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| Lovers who cross it must cling together
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| So few make it, so many try
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| Lovers who cross it must cling together
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| And we can make it, darling, you and I |