love it can be moody it can make you sad
play round with your temper till it makes you mad
it can make you loving happy bright and gay
sometimes unpredictable changes day to day
up and down it goes like puppet on a string
you just never know what your love will bring
all apart of love that we all go through
it happens to us all every me and you
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