I can’t buy you.

Those lips
Those eyes
Those hairs

I ask myself
What’s the fair?
What’s the fair?

You are not a train
You do have pain
Can I cure your pain?

You have no fair
As your worth is in gold
You are my world
For you I won’t fold

Those lips
Those eyes
Those hairs
Are not why I love thee, I love thee’s soul

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