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There, then not

The love we cannot see
That sings and dances
Right under our noses

There

Then not
Or so we we believe

Gracefully intertwined
Through
Cells, heart and spirit

This is the love that knows us

This is the love we all know is there
We feel it deep in our bones

But, we say that we do not

Yet
Inwardly we all know

It is this

This love

That sets us all free
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