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"Love is real,
Real is love.
Love is asking,
To be loved. . ."
John smiled at the lyrics he wrote down. He continued to play on the keyboard until a knock came at the door.
He slipped out from sitting on the piano bench and walked over to the white door entrance.
"Hello, John."
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