Love Is A Spring
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Peter S. Quinn
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Love is a spring
The real sweet thing,
All is in the air
With the clouds there;
Of this we sing
To our thoughts bring,
From here and there
We drift to everywhere.
Love is a soul
That can't be in control,
With the equipment
This world makes current;
For we are a road
We each carry load,
Which starts from within,
From where we have been.
Love is a star
In peace and in war,
A light on the sky
Until it shall die;
Of this we sing
To this we cling,
Till the end comes
Through time it hums.
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