It is your only mirth.
It is passion,
It is pure,
It is the secret untold.
It blurs your visions,
It is your reason to remain.
It was fresh,
It made ME say I do.
It is the shadow behind the stars.
It is the sea when she is rough,
It are your feet when you've tread enough.
It is the passion you feel inside,
It is the color of the cupid’s eyes.
It is the rose in full bloom,
It is the song when you sing a different tune.
It is the rage you feel inside,
It is the passion you cannot hide.
It is the night before the storm,
It is the color when I'm all worn.
It is the vitality in life,
It is power, It is strife.
It is love, It is pain,
It is the thunder without the rain.
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It is the secret from above.
It is the thunder without the rain.
It is the hurt through the fear and the pain,
It is the star,
It is the secret between You and I.
....
It is the place you look for when you’re old.
It is a secret,
It is that other place.
It is fire,
It are your feelings when you stop being nice.
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Its your only vice.
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It is the truth,
It is the secret untold.
It is your shadow in the rain,
It are your lovers eyes
It are the moans
It can spring you onto your feet.
It is satisfaction,
It is sunshine without the rain.
It is yours,
It is always twined in time.

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