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For What Else Is There Other Than Love

The birds flap and sing
The flowers blossom in Spring
Your eyes give rise to my Sun
For you are my only one
I see dancing next to me
But instead you chose to leave.
And when death does take us soon
I’d still kiss and you hold you on the Moon

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