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Shall I tell you what love is?
Or at least how it feels to me
It feels like sunshine
And the softest gentle breeze
Touching my heart
Shall I tell you what true love is?
It is being that sunshine
It is being that soft gentle breeze
And caring not
If nothing is all you receive