In love's binding water and ocean, I bathe,
To notice true love is always self-made.
In all the riches that lurk in others soul,
Has thou not noticed, it is deep within your own.
No need for loving others,
No need to sit and cry,
If all you do is love another,
How will you lonely die?
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