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Could This Be Love?
What is it we look for, Besides inside ourselves
What is it we find, When we are not looking
What is it we seek, That never adds up
What is it we give, That's constantly abused
What is it received, A vulnerable use
What is it I feel, Each and every day
What is it I don't get, That I 'm afraid to say
What is it I hear, But cannot accept
What is it I fear, So badly inside
What is it I see, But never invite
What is it we need, To feel so complete
What else in this world could this possibly be
Except Love
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