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WHAT IS LOVE?
What is Love? now who can tell?
Hast thou e'er possessed the spell?
If thou hast, thou know'st full well;
In thy heart a germ doth dwell,
That no power can e'er expell.
That is Love.
Hast thou e'er possessed the spell?
If thou hast, thou know'st full well;
In thy heart a germ doth dwell,
That no power can e'er expell.
That is Love.
And the soul ofttimes doth seem,
Lulled with blissful happy dream;
Then with fear 'tis roused again,
Mingled with sad tears and pain.
That is Love.
Lulled with blissful happy dream;
Then with fear 'tis roused again,
Mingled with sad tears and pain.
That is Love.
Still there's something left untold,
Could my languid tongue express,
But the mystery don't unfold;
'Tis the power true Love possess.
What is Love?
Could my languid tongue express,
But the mystery don't unfold;
'Tis the power true Love possess.
What is Love?
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