Until when is someone infatuated?
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And when is it love?
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And aren't those, like
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the same feelings?
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I just can't figure it out
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despite all the effort
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why I don't get it
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Tried Google
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studied specialist articles
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meditated on a lonely mountain
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philosophized endlessly
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I'm still confused
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Tell me, is anyone here
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feeling just like me?
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How do I know that it's love?
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I don't understand my feelings
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I've asked everywhere
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'You'll feel it then'
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How do I know that it's love?
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The books won't tell you that
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But I'll give it a shot
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If I find out, I'll let you know
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Like you, I sometimes wonder
if love's just a sad dream
Is it the scent or the grain of the voice
that makes our heartbeats rise
When the bodies entwine
life flares up and everything starts again
our feelings are like those clouds
dressing in fear or hope
so many questions show up
that it's urgent, my love
How do I know that it's love?
I don't understand my feelings
How do I know that it's love?
The books won't tell you that
But I'll give it a shot
If I find out, I'll let you know
I want to love with all sails set
out in the open, to the sweet sound of chords
no matter the joys, the sorrows
loving wherever the wind takes me
I want to love with all sails set
in my heart, a craving for more
laughing in the face of chrysanthemums
loving wherever the wind takes me
How do I know that it's love?
I don't understand my feelings
But I'll give it a shot
It can't be that hard