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Jan 2019
Oh, what is the price of love?
Is it a hear broken and bleeding?
The price of a living soul?
Or a body ****** and ragged that has given all?
Oh, all the universe
in all its depth and glory
shining into eternity
can never buy a loving heart.
Oh, love can be bought
but only at the price of another loving heart
with a love that lives forever
till the burning start grow old
and the stories of there birth
seem like ancient viking lore.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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