| Love is a beautiful thing
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| Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| Unless it’s you loving another man
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| Then I can’t stand to see you
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| Hugging, kissing, laughing, holding hands
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| If it’s not me, you see, how could love be a thing of beauty
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| Birds are singing songs down from the trees
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| The breeze is blowing, rustling autumn leaves
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| But if those leaves are rustling underneath somebody else’s feet
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| Then it’s not me, you se—how could that be a thing of beauty?
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| I find comfort in believing
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| Over time, I’ll come to see, someday
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| How love could be that way
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| Winter’s rage has blossomed into spring
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| Love is a beautiful thing
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| And on your hand I see that there’s a ring
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| And I would understand, if I had put that ring upon your hand
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| But it was not me, you see, so how could that be a thing of beauty? |