“ Believing is Believing”

I think I still believe in love,

sometimes,

when I sit below the bells that bellow from above

a song about ladies who went to church

all for love.

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Everything I do I do for love,

the love that I sometimes still believe in.

There were trees and stars and water,

so it was beautiful, I think.

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And the bells all around us,

they gave us the sweetest headaches

and heartaches and stomachaches.

Lovesick and hopeless,

we wear out our shoes,

looking for something

that we didn’t lose.