Reflections When I was young I needed money I could not even court you honey You needed love I hadn't any Because I could not spare a penny. I couldn't keep you cold and poor I could not love you any more You might have said it didn't matter But that really is just foolish chatter. There was a price... Sign in to see full entry.
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