, 19 2009 . 18:59 ()
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For all the lovers
When we meet a problem and we dont know,
Do we need money as well as love?
Were sure to have chosen ourselves long ago
And we really think it is enough.
One cant combine virtue and interest,
Theres no money in love as it may seem.
And inspiration can be a witness:
One cant create without faith and dream.
Money doesnt bring freedom to us,
One can buy bliss in no stand.
Our choice is always what we are,
So fate can be taken in hand.
He who believes lives without fear,
He has no doubt: to have or to be.
He loves though letting fall a tear,
He loves; it means that he is free!
He doesnt worry that his wings will melt away
That he may fall some day, that it may be late.
He will always whisper as a prayer your name
Wishing to live, to love, to suffer, to create.
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