Our love was
Our love was famine, frustration
We only acted out an imitation
Of what real love should have been
Then suddenly Our love was flying
Our love was soaring
Our love was shining
Like a summer morning Flying, soaring
Shining morning
Never leaving
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Love love love long
Love love love long
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Love love love long
Love love love long Our love was flying
Our love was soaring
Our love was shining
Like a summer morning Our love was famine, frustration
We only acted out an imitation
Of what real love should have been
And then suddenly Our love was flying
Our love was soaring
Our love was shining
Like a summer morning