It's called Love

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It comes and goes like the season

Without any rhyme or reason

We trust it without knowing why

Even at the end we all cry.

It's a feeling we want to know

And have the whole world show

Sometimes it may stray

But it will never go away.

This feeling is something we all need

Even if the warnings we don't heed

We fall in and out of it

It's like a game we can't and won't quit. 

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