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Love

To search and never find that most precious thing that binds Sometimes with luck sometimes with fate This precious thing is in the world Sought by all won by some Bought, sold, taken by some folk, lost forsaken Gold silver pearls and jade, sometimes won by open blade Fought for, sought for, looked for, talked for What is this elusive thing? Something God meant for all Freely given born in a stall Above all else love ye one another For a fine example look to mother There you’ll find this wonderful thing Love unlimited, enough to make your heart sing

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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