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Love is

Love isnít your cover when it rains
Iís your runaway wagon
Like a mirror where you see your own reflection
Love isnít what you have overcome
Or expecting what will arrive
Itís the constant spring in the eyes
the intertwined roots of the flora
the undefiled bottom of the ocean
itís the words the wind will speak
to an old dying oak tree
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