Money

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    Money

    Money can't buy love.
    Forever true gain of happiness
    fly's like a dove above.
    searching for the perfect heart.
    Where true life mystery matters
    when too lover's are apart.
    Cupid plays... his harp. Incline
    your ears. when all hope schemes
    lost. Hope for the chill. Even when money
    want give. My heart still long for you my
    dear.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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