Love To Be Found
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Love comes and love goes,
Like the bud on a flower,
It nurtures and grows.
Why does it have to wither and die?
Why does love,
Bring tears to the eye?
Love makes,
The world go around,
Love is that feeling,
Waiting to be found.
Jayne Louise Davies
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