| I wrote down this poem by the light of the moon
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| Roses are red, and remind me of you
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| And all of a sudden, out of the blue
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| Love’s epiphany
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| Call me a dreamer, call me a fool
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| The colors of autumn are often imbued
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| With the sweet smell of summer as life starts anew
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| Love’s epiphany
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| Love’s epiphany
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| And life in all her wisdom and her ways
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| Fall silent and await the end of days
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| And the question in our minds will always be
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| What becomes of me?
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| Love’s epiphany
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| What becomes of me?
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| Love’s epiphany
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| Love’s epiphany
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| Love’s epiphany
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| I wrote you this poem by the light of the moon
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| Knowing full well that if wishes come true
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| They can also buy the same token anew
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| Love’s epiphany
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| Love’s epiphany
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| And life in all her beauty and her grace
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| Lies wilting in the ashes of her rage
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| And the question in our hearts will always be
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| What becomes of me?
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| Love’s epiphany
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| What becomes of me?
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| Love’s epiphany
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| What becomes of me?
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| Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)
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| Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)
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| Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)
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| Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)
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| Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?)
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| Love’s epiphany (What becomes of me?) |