Some days the happiness,
Seems so far from here;
But, it`s always so near,
The source of blissfulness;
Was right inside the mirror.
Past the eyes, the windows;
Past the mind, happy wind blows;
Straight into the heart,
Dwelling place of something dearer,
The birthplace of a magical art:
Love, love, and admiration!
Love, love, what a grand station!
It courses through the veins,
Numbing all pain like novocain
It`s the drug of particular choice;
If only these words had a voice,
They`d shout like fireworks up high!
Thunder of love, sounding in the sky.
Love, love, and admiration!
Love, love, what a grand station!
Love is not an elusive spy,
It moves openly for every eye.
There`s no killing love, it won`t die;
Even though many people often try.
So be grateful for what love gave:
It showed death`s hidden door,
And handed us, the key to the grave.
Gave a gift worth so much more,
Than most foolish ones, ever noticed before:
Love, love, and admiration!
Love, love, what a grand station!
Love lead hearts to creativity;
And there they dwell for eternity,
And there they shall achieve immortality.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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