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Love is a pure bliss

You can feel it by your mother's kiss

All small children clap,

when they are in their Father's lap

We can feel the warmth of love,

like one feels in winter wearing gloves

Love is its own fantasy,

far beyond any worldly misery

Love is just love,

just like the bird of peace

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