Poverty's Fire Of Love
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Shaun Cronick
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I may not have the meat I want,
The butter or the tea.
But the bread of human kindness,
Always has and will be free.
When in winter I'm short of fuel,
Never worry, for you play your part.
The fire of your love will always,
Be kept burning in my heart.
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