Oh na, na, oh no
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Oh yea
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Forgive my reveries of rapturous days in December
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Indulge me if I cut a single orchid in your name
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Perhaps my senses are a kaleidoscope forever yearning
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And I am all at once so helpless to dissuade
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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It turns and turns a thousand days
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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With wings to lift my spirit high
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(The love you give oh)
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Across the desert hills
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My path was marked by stars above me
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Moonlit desires to trace our figures in the sand
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Smooth alabaster carpet flying slowly
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And we are free to set our souls out to the wind
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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It turns and turns a thousand days
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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With wings to lift my spirit high
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(The love you give oh, eh)
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Oh yea
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(The love you give)
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The love you give
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Blowing my mind
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(Ah the love you give)
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See the locket in your name
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(Say)
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Forgive my revelry
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(Say, say)
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Standing still here alone
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(You're here)
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(Yea, yea)
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Oh
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Enchanted, standing still
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In the honey-mustard fields of India
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Forever warm December breezes in our hearts
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The truest lines ever discovered you found to bring me
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"Sonnets from the Portuguese"
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Only lovers can explain
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(Lovers)
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Lovers can explain
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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It turns and turns a thousand days
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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(The love you give, the love you give)
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With wings to lift my spirit high
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(The love you give, oh no, no)
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(Love you give, love you give)
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It turns and turns a thousand days
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(Love you give, love you give)
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(Love you give, love you give)
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(Love you give, love you give)
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(Love you give, love you give)
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(Love you give, love you give)
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(Love you give)
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Love you give.
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Sonnets From The Portuguese
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| Corey Hart |
