| Stone love, she kneels before the grave
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| A brave son who gave his life to save
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| The slogan 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 to sleep
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| Through the fleeting hours of morning
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| Love is careless in its choosing
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| Sweeping over cross and 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 just to touch the flaming dove
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| All I have is my love of love and love is not loving
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| Stone love, the priest that tastes the word
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| And told of love and how my God on high is
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| All love though reaching up my loneliness evolves
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| By the blindness that surrounds him
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| Love is careless in its choosing
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| Sweeping over cross and 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 just to touch the flaming dove
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| All I have is my love of love and love is not loving |