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Free Love

How many layers of cynicism

To make sure one is demanding enough

How many layers of blindness

To make us forget the quality of beauty

How many layers of annoyance

To protect me from loving

How many layers of rules

Til we all fit in where we should

How much time wasted

Pretending

How many more dreams

Will I conjure up

To avoid facing the fact

That I have it all here?

Peel my label

I’m going to Bangkok with the man I love

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