Love, makes lovely out of lonely, Love, with someone and only, Time, time to take, time to share, All that's hiding there, behind your heart, As you start livin' for, a brighter, surer . . . Love, to wrap around a romance, Love, the dance of the slow dance, One , one and one making more, Than any one before, By knowin' you're in love . . . No more, waking up to no one there, No more, handing out hands of solitaire, And no more, New Year's Eve with the evening news, No more blues . . . No more blues . . . < instrumental break > Love, love that speaks with a smile, Knowing all the while, we wanna cry, But you try smiling deeper, just to keep a . . . Love, that writer's write their songs for, Love, that poetry longs for, You, and you alone, Make my loneliness unknown, An' so you own, My love!
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