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Love is
Love isn’t your cover when it rains
I’s your runaway wagon
Like a mirror where you see your own reflection
Love isn’t what you have overcome
Or expecting what will arrive
It’s the constant spring in the eyes
the intertwined roots of the flora
the undefiled bottom of the ocean
it’s the words the wind will speak
to an old dying oak tree
I’s your runaway wagon
Like a mirror where you see your own reflection
Love isn’t what you have overcome
Or expecting what will arrive
It’s the constant spring in the eyes
the intertwined roots of the flora
the undefiled bottom of the ocean
it’s the words the wind will speak
to an old dying oak tree
Published 20th Aug 2021
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22nd Aug 2021 4:10am
If you ask different people what love is you'll get more responses than the number of people.
