Love must be free
Like the wind and its whirring
The sound of high and low
Caressing the soul
Love must be alive
Don't try to tell too many lies
Too many red lights
The deadwood can't fight
Love must be songs
The high and low of it all
The moments the memories
Give it a glow and a tear
Now love is internet
Face to face hardly flow
Love of the handphones
The expression disappears
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