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Does love make you a better person?

For you
I’d capture all beasts
And run over fields of flowers
I’d cover you with gold and diamonds
And bring all slaves both male and female
From the most noble casts
To dress and undress you
With different scents
For you
I’d stop on the handicapped parking space
And unroll the red carpet
Over the wheelchair sign on the pavement
For now
I will only paint your name on the shop shutter
So every night the high street bears witness
Of how my love for you is my ethics

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