To love is to live,
But to live is to die.
What once was will be no more,
And what will shall come forth.
Through pain and loss love is found.
But all your lives shall be stomped, ground.
You must not take what is given,
Because you will leave the giver in grief.
And sorrow flows as a river of tears,
And anger grows through millions of years.
But love holds true, unmovable, invincible.
But is no more or less than it has ever been,
Because it is in our nature, to live in sin...
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