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By Champagne Date: 2002 Dec 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.07.21.28.3997]] |
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The world keeps chasing rainbows and wishing on a star they look for magic potions no matter what they are Women crave for husbands men desire lust the lure of love forever yet no one can they trust The singers belt their blues out of love that has gone wrong musicians twang their sorrow in the sadness of their song Poets write with ardor a chorus meant for two to catch the favored spirit of a feeling they once knew Not one of man can hold it nor grasp it in their hand this thing they call true passion the music of the band The world revolves around it this craze to catch the wind that blowing breezing feeling that fans the world were in Romance's purple passion is all that's on their mind obsessed with its elation loves perfect high to find The morphine of addiction cannot compare to this mankinds quest for euphoric love that never ending bliss Round and round in circles the dog that seeks his tail chasing after rainbows each one is sure to fail For love cannot be captured nor held within your hand its only found in fairy tales in never-never land. |