love is a place

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there?s spring in the air
they?re sweeping the streets
wind is a breeze
the sun becomes her he agrees

what?s holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies
passage ways to windows
that don?t close

where do you live?
love is a place
where are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
what?s holding up her face
nothing but blue skies
passage ways the mind?s eye
contemplates