If I could write you some lines,
And make you fall in love,
I would start writing about,
The love I already lost in life.
But I think I should not,
Write more lines about love
That’s already buried deep
Within the four walls of me!
“Love’s labour’s lost” – but
Never had I done any labour!
For love simply follows me,
Wherever I go you’re there!
It’s love I started writing for;
It’s love I stop writing for;
But wherever I go she’s there,
Love’s all that I want!
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