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What crime is love? What crime?
Is it so wrong, that I should ache inside? Is it some sin, that when I’m filled with love My spirit starts to cry? Have I done wrong, that I dare to love? Is this blessing a curse You sent from above? What sin is love? What sin? Is love a choice? Do I have a voice On these feelings from within? Have I done wrong that I dare to love? Is this Your will, or seeds sown in the wind? I lover her God, I don’t know why Yet I can only love because you died So I ask you God Is love a crime?
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