Love: Don'T Bargain
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The way, words she used!
Still, I am confused,
Twisted tongue and leaky lips
Winking wake and gaily gait,
I am neither in darkness,
Nor she is, " Lady with the lamp",
I am neither leper,
Nor she is, "Mother Teresa",
The eight letters sentence,
Is heavy and profound,
It's so simple,
And soothing ears sound,
Profundity of sentence,
"A sentenced to death"
‘Tis a cloud of ease and pain and gain,
‘Tis not a market, brethren, to bargain,
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