Here I am,
they call me love.
But how can a word hold
all of me?
This bliss that I am,
they try to name.
This sweetest dream,
this golden life.
This warm blue sea,
a human wave.
These always and forever days.
Here I am.
They call me love.

Here I am,
they call me love.
But how can a word hold
all of me?
This bliss that I am,
they try to name.
This sweetest dream,
this golden life.
This warm blue sea,
a human wave.
These always and forever days.
Here I am.
They call me love.

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