Love
They say it makes the world go 'round
Have produced thoughts so profound
Can make anyone's heart pound
And something with you I had found
Can be pure and as white as a dove
You'll fight for it when push comes to shove
Will take you high up to the heaven above
Yes baby this is what you call love
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