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Love like gold is rare and precious, Unlike gold, love can be vicious. Love generally beautiful and free, Can be taken far to easily. When gold is stolen a report is made, When love is stolen, your heart lies dismayed. No crime scene means no evidence, As the thief briskly hurdles the fence. No trail of blood or footprints behind, Only a shattered heart and distraught mind. Something so rare of undefined cost, Will forever pain once forever lost. |
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The ultimate crime |
