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Loved Where There is None.
Birds sing, flowers bloom, and sun shines bright and warm.
But the feelings of love was not here.
Champaign, moonlight, and candle light dinners
But love wouldn't adhere.
Time was made, but time was never spent,
because the love was not dealt.
The feelings were utmostly true.
For love lifestyles were changed.
But love of lore was finished and done.
There was love because love was there...
Love of lore that loved where there is none.
-Marcus Turnerhill
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