To take some shape and form,
And I remember, oh so well
That time when love is born.
How strange it is
When strangers meet
And suddenly, it’s Dawn!
And in their hearts,
All springtime starts,
The moment Love is born.
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The Universe,And know what it is made of.
I gave you form
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