| Oh love is a hand you hold
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| When you think you’ve lost your mind
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| It is bitter as persimmons
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| Yet as sweet of rose on vine
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| It’s the thorns upon the vines
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| That sometimes tear two hearts entwined
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| It’s a gentle breath upon your cheek
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| That is so truly fine
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| Love is something truly fine
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| Love is love and truly blind
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| Love is only human kind
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| Love is something truly fine
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| Oh love is something truly fine
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| Something never looked to find
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| Yet truly something fine
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| You and I are roses
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| Chose to wither on the vines
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| With you, you’re back to love
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| With me, I’ve run from mine
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| We are some kind of weather
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| You’re the storm blown 'cross my life
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| I am leaf of autumn
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| A fallen tear of something fine
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| From the shallows of the Mekong
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| To my Liffey, Dublin’s wine
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| The tide turned me around
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| And brought the taste of something fine
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| And something’s truly lost
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| As I’ll not try to change your mind
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| The thorns of taking chances
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| Made it something truly fine |