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FOR THE LOVE OF LIFE
( R.I.P. TO OPPRESSION )
FOR THE LOVE OF LOVE
FOR THE LOVE OF MUSIC
Some things are forever. Some things don't last. Somethings are for always. Some things are the past. Some things live on. Some things fade. Somethings are unbreakable, once their made. Some things are genuine, from God. Some things are pure inspiration, pure perspective, pure light, pure for sure. What is the true definition of pure these days, is anything pure? To be solid in a state, like exact in a movement. That's pure to me. If you can feel that. Nothing but love made love, which made more love which made more love which may make hate and made hate. Too much love made hate, love will over power hate with its pureness. There is no purity in hate. Set your feelings free on paper, on a screen, into a mic or before someones eyes. Behold, you have the key. Baby, don't loose it. Hold on to that, tight.
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