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Love is like a rose
it just grows and grows
When it's right where you want it
no one else will know.

Love is like a flower
growing in a high tower
If your heart wishes to reach it
your mind will not cower.

Love is like a motor
you can always start over
If anything goes extremely wrong
then that's the end of your beloved song.
Posted: 2013-01-29 03:11:23 UTC

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