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What Is Called Love Is a Mystery

What is called love is a mystery I leave my father, I leave mother The ones who love much better But cry for one with only half love What is called love is a mystery I do not know how it joins two The ones who are strangers in life But are ready to die due of love What is called love is a mystery If I know the factory it is made If I know the executive directors I would plead change of its brand What is called love is a mystery Happy to enter but bitter to leave×2

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