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When there is no aim
How can we claim?
The purpose and purity
As neglected already
When you fall in love
And believe
That it stands for some good
The meaning should be well understood
The thirst can be quenched
The lust can be fulfilled
He sex can’t have good name
But how come nature be blamed?
It is human nature
That makes sure
For love to be pure
Or preferred to be impure
Let love stand above
And not be proved
For its intent
It is likely to be present everywhere
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