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In Love

In Love. Love is patient, love is kind, I'm in love with you. It does not envy, it does not boast, I'm in love with you. Love is not proud, It is not rude, I'm in love with you. Love is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, I'm in love with you. Love keeps no record of wrongs and does not delight in evil, I'm in love with you. Love rejoices with the truth, it always protects, I'm in love with you. Love always trusts, always hopes, I'm in love with you. Love always perseveres, I'm in love with you. Love never fails, I'm in love with you.

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