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"Love" (by Joe DiMino)
Who can say where it comes from? Only that it's there: when least expected, thought to be antique or rare perhaps obsolete, one night recalling all of dream and moonbeam we are kept awake by a tingling an unsettling of the heart; listening to the call of another longing for a missing part; we warn ourselves a thousand times only fools think of love rhymes yet inclined as addicts in an opium den we will try to find heaven again .