They say love is gold, but gold is bought and sold. You cant buy or sell love, cause when you do it feels so old. It feels like it will turn to dust when you hold it in your hand. It's like a lie it makes your life explode. I don't know what you've been told. But I know that love that is bought, and sold is just fools gold it's oh so cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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