| Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm.
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| It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm.
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| And in those times of trouble when you are most alone,
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| the memory of love will bring you home.
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| Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door.
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| It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more.
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| And even if you lose yourself and don’t know what to do,
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| the memory of love will see you through.
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| Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel.
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| For some a way of living, for some a way to feel.
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| And some say love is holding on and some say letting go.
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| And some say love is everything and some say they don’t know.
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| Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change.
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| Like a fire when it’s cold outside or thunder when it rains.
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| If I should live forever and all my dreams come true, my memories of love will
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| be of you.
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| Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel.
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| For some a way of living, for some a way to feel.
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| And some say love is holding on and some say letting go.
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| And some say love is everything and some say they don’t know.
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| Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change.
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| Like a fire when it’s cold outside or thunder when it rains.
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| If I should live forever and all my dreams come true, my memories of love will
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| be of you. |