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The world will fail and things will fly

Your words may alter and will naturally die.

By any means, pleasure can be found.

But if love is none, then be lost to bygone.

Real love needs no flowers

For they would season and wither

Your follies are good in the ears

But they will sure be forgotten in years.

Your sincerity, not the materials you've offered

Is more important than those you've showered.

'cause if things can buy love and happiness

Then I would give you the chance and be my shepherd.