For Love
FOR LOVE
This head, just like wood
Gave weak zero sums mind
Still born from fake mime
Sees much gold next time
Acts that seem over kind
Only mine ever been good
Look with wide open eyes
Then push foot hard down
Make very fast feel less slow
Your pace will soon grow
Take some care into town
Fear that even love dies
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