like the trickle of the stream
it's not for me
If love calls softly
like whispers on the breeze
it's not for me
give me the torrent
of a storm on the sea
give me the cries of a love
fighting to be
then that love is for me
in a world so vast
where seasons
burn hot, grow cold, then turn mild
I want a love where my heart turns wild
untamed and free
I want a lover
who is perfect for me
who will bare his teeth in anger
and howl when he's moved by me
if love comes easy
then it's not for me
give me the cries of a love
fighting to be
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