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Sep 18
Love is a priceless gift
It cannot be bought or sold
But it's value is much more greater,
than a mountain of pure Gold.
For pure Gold is cold and lifeless,
it can neither see nor hear
and in the time of trouble,
it is powerless to cheer
It has no ears to listen,
no heart to be able to understand
It cannot bring you comfort
Or reach out a helping hand.
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       Jacob Reilly, Stained Glass, Venga and Bree
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