Treasure Of Love
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The soul suffering a burning separation
Neither have joy nor any peace of passion
When the tearing pain crosses the limits
I consoles it with an entirely false notion
That sorrow is the real treasure of of love toll
Is just a cheating with the heart and soul
But even this lame excuse and pretense
Cannot give to the burning soul a console
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