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How do you know when it's true love?
How do you know you're meant to be?
How do you know it was planned above?
How do I know he was meant for me?

Is it in the way he speaks my name?
Or is it the way he plays the game?
Is there a real test for him to take
To choose the step that I'm to make?

How do you know they're the missing piece?
How do you know it's soon-to-be?
How do you know together you'll find peace?
How do I know she was meant for me?

Is it in the way she combs her hair?
Or is it the way she fills the air?
Is there a sure way for me to learn
If she is the cure for my heart's burn?

How will we know if "we" even exists?
How will we know it's destiny?
How will we know if this is true love's kiss?
How will we know we were meant to be?

Is it the passion that we breed?
Or is it the angst our feelings freed?
Is there a true path to certainty?
Or does our real fate lie in our need?

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