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Blame it on love.
Blame it on love.
Who is in his right mind
when he takes the plunge?
His heart tells him to lunge.
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Love is the blame.
Love is the shame.
Who knows what lurks
in the heart of the smitten one?
Nobody knows who lives
under the sun.
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Love is a biological trick.
Two hearts are doomed to stick.
It is a natural selection
that needs some mental correction.
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It is a bringer of joy
to every swooning girl and boy.
It is an inconvenient truth
that makes all a little uncouth.
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