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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