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Nov 2018
As I grow old and the lights are growing dimmer
I contemplate the life of me , a common sinner
I used to think money was  the meaning of success
I couldn't have been  more wrong to that I will confess
You can't make love to money, but many people try
It's for the love of money that many people die
The answer to this question is clearly from above
Take money from the equation and what you have is love.
Written by
duane hall  M/kennewick washington
(M/kennewick washington)   
     Jules, Erick Snyder and Jen
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