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Isnt life strange
 A turn of the page
 Can read like before
 Can we ask for more?
 Each day passes by
 How hard man will try?
 The sea will not wait
 You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
 Wished I could be in your heart
 To be one with your love
 Wished I could be in your eyes
 Looking back there you were, and here we are.
 Isnt love strange
 A word we arrange
 With no thought or care
 Maker of despair
 Each breath that we breathe
 With love we must weave
 To make us as one
 You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
 Wished I could be in your heart
 To be one with your love
 Wished I could be in your eyes
 Looking back there you were, and here we are.
 Isnt life strange
 A turn of the page
 A book without light
 Unless with love we write;
 To throw it away
 To lose just a day
 The quicksand of time
 You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
 Wished I could be in your heart
 To be one with your love
 Wished I could be in your eyes
 Looking back there you were: