Through the mystery of the being,
man, in pin-point reference,
love will find the way!
It meanders down in the troughs,
makes its journey up in the mountains,
and in an instant cascades from the steep edges of a human heart
all in all, it finds its way home!
In deep pain,love remains steadfast
In the happy valley, it lays at her bosom.
Rain,Sleet,snow,sun or in the menacing clouds of gloom,
Love seldom changes!
And while ,sometimes,loathed by them who have had its meaning concorted,
Love , always, finds its way Home!
(jazz.)
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