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About This Poem
A Little Thing Called Love
Every now and then I wake up / from a dream inside my head /
that lifts me high up in the sky to where my soul is led;
way out past the moon and sun and beyond the Milky Way
where I meet up with some old friends of mine
I once knew yesterday. And they say:
Refrain:
Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air;
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere.
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above.
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love.
As I wander around the deep space I found / out there in my mind,
I see everything that’s ever been since the first Big Bang of time.
Coming and going like a river that’s flowing /
with everything that’s ever been around.
Like grains of sand in an hour glass everything is coming down. Because
Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air;
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere.
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above.
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love.
When I wake up from the wandering way out there in the night /
to the sun rising out my window sill and birds taking off in flight;
I’m reminded that we’ll all be gone like dust scattered in the wind /
but it’s good to be right here and now where I hear love begins. And where
Nothing lasts forever not the oceans or the air;
not the clouds above or grass below we walk on everywhere.
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above.
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love.
They say nothing lasts forever, not even mountains high above.
It all disappears year after year / except a little thing called love.
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