Love, the most precious food of life
That we all seek so hungrily,
Why have I been deprived.... left to starve,
Are there no crumbs left over for me?
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If love knocks on my heart's door I'll regale him my sweetest fruits We'll booze by wines till the core Both play fine tune on fancy flute