See my face, wet with tears
Running down my cheeks
Washing over all my fears
Like rain upon the streets
I'm a monster, but my heart
Is passionate and profound
And I will sing like April showers
Singing till my final hour
Up here everything's clear
I'm looking at Paris
I know eventually you
Will know the meaning of
This thing that we call love
So the end of this poem
If it really has a moral
This boogieman
wants you to know
That love is...
In the soul.
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