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This Old Book
If sorrows were silver and teardrops gold
I'd give you a chest, of jewels all your own
If wrinkles were rubies and teardrops pearls
I'd show you the beauty, of the whole world
But alas, my love, it's not to be, a mere mortals
Pain, can bring forth none of these
Yet, I read this day, mansions are being readied, paid
With seven pints of blood, three nails and one cross
I'm sure, all the grandeur, of this world pales, to
Streets paved in gold and gates made of pearl
Reservations must be made in advance, this old
Book I found on a shelf, gives all the details.
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This Old Book
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