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When Love Is Gone
The good old times,
When Love was young,
Have gone away,
The game is hung,
And winds of frigid loneliness,
Will take the place of your caress.
It's cold within, my sentiment,
You can't buy Love, it can't be lent,
You can't just say you are content,
And empty feelings, circumvent,
For without Love, there's nothing new,
And you become no longer, you.
poem
by
Sandra Feldman
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