you had dollars and dimes of love to give
but absent was what we needed to live
we thought we found it on the corner of Falls
but seldom late are destiny's calls
so we closed our eyes and prayed for some pennies
and instead what sounded were the shouts of many
over and over we were fools they said
did no one tell us that love is
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un • ravel | poetry
Poesíahe was made of a solar substance so splendid and sumptuous that ethereal stars envied his everlasting existence
