Sold
In fields of gold
You pay your dime
My soul is sold
I gave you mine
Cold rain
Does not kill the pain
You drove me insane
But hear me not complain
I took the love you gave
Maybe it takes me to my grave
For you! I did try save
You forever I will crave.
RG/NB
poem by Robert Green
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