There is more to love, So much more, Than simply making love -- That's easy. Gazing into eyes, Pretty eyes, Which could be any eyes -- That's crazy. Hands are just hands, A face is just a face ... They come and go -- They're easy to replace ... There is more to love, So much more, Than moon-struck escapades -- That's nothing. There is peace of mind, So much peace, In quiet company -- That's something. Everyone but him Seems wrong for me ... Every time I feel There has to be More ... If I could hear The music I heard then, I'd never let It fade away again ... There is more to love, So much more, Than simply making love -- That's easy. Gazing into eyes, Pretty eyes, Which could be any eyes -- That's crazy. Now each time Love reaches out to me, I can only feel There has to be So much more To love ...
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