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"I don't think that I've been in love as suchAlthough I liked a few folk pretty wellLove must be vaster than my smiles or touchfor brave men died and empires rose and fellFor love, girls follow boys to foreign landsand men have followed women into hellIn plays and poems someone understandsthere's something makes us more than blood and boneand more than biological demands For me love's like the wind, unseen, unknownI see the trees are bending where it's beenI know that it leaves wreckage where it's blownI really don't know what "I love you" meansI think it means "don't leave me here alone."
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