When trumpets blow
and the congas are loud,
when the strings yell in thier harmony,
it's time to celebrate.
When hearts are sunk in sorrow
and the moon hides behind the dark cloud,
when tears set into fear,
it's time to grief.
But when two eyes see each other
and lips cling one unto the other,
when warmth is shared amongst two,
then, it is time to make love.
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