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Love is the crooked thing

There is nobody wise enough

To find out all that is in it

For he would be thinking of love

Till the stars had run away

And the shadows eaten the moon

Love is the crooked thing There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon
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