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What do you call love in
or is it love if I set you free
When I can't even
a future where
I can be with you
read my own feelings
In my hand is a pen
that will write
The ink flows down
What good are words
a poem of me and you
The ink flows
when a smile says it all
down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand
your reality And in your reality
into a dark puddle
And if this world
write the way
into his heart
won't write me an ending
But in this world
of infinite choices
How can I write love
What will it take
What will it take
just to find
just for me to have it all
that special day
What will it take
