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Love has got humor. She's a giggle at a funeral. And everybody's disapproval should've woke up just sooner. And if the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece. And the sun is getting more bleed. It's poisoning each week. We were born sick. Have you heard them say it? My true love is no absolutes.