(And then) After love |
On a summer's day, maybe, just by chance |
You will meet someone, knowing at a glance |
That she's lonely too, just the same as you |
First you touch, then you kiss and make love |
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And then, after love, when the feeling dies |
There is emptiness where the once was size |
And the thought of her on the day you met |
Only seems like a dream you once had |
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But a dream is strong when a love goes wrong |
And the time apart can refine a heart |
When you meet again, after all your dreams |
You just may, after all, like to stay |
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And then, after love, when the feeling dies |
There is emptiness where the once was size |
And the thought of her on the day you met |
Only seems like a dream you once had, now, so sad |
So why not hide your cry? - You are your own |
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And then, after love, there can also be another love |
That is my love |
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