The book of love, that sacred place
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Where we walk tall, or in disgrace
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Who tills the ground on which we tread
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Who gives us all our daily bread
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The spirit woken from its sleep
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The demon stirring from the deep
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Whose gates at dawn we all must pass
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The last one first, the first one last
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Whose words must be both black and white
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Whose music shall be day and night
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The moon that tells us of the sun
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Where voices soar so far above
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These pages are the book of love
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If we were bore just to succeed
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If life was meant to be a choice
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For either happiness or greed
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If you can't walk, you always run
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Away from anyone, yes you will
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And if we learn to take our time
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As though each moment is a treasure
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That's not so hard to find
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When you are free, then suddenly
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There's room for everyone, yes there is
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chorous:
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The book of love, the world of dreams
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Those shadows fall upon us all
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And send our weary eyes to sleep
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But when you wake, your heart will make
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Some room for everyone
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Just come to me
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There's nothing you should fear
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Just come to me
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I'll always be right here
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I tell you now
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My heart is where I live
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And what you ask, is what I'll give
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If we were bore just to succeed
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If life was meant to be a choice
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For either happiness or greed
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If you can't walk, you always run
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Away from anyone, yes you will
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And if we learn to take our time
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As though each moment is a treasure
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That's not so hard to find
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When you are free, then suddenly
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There's room for everyone, yes there is
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chorous
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Book Of Love
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| Air Supply |
