food for the hungry
water for the parched
sleep for the insomniac
clouds for the scorched
mother for the baby
love for the beloved
care for the old
i have you covered
warmth in the cold
in the arms of your dearest
nothing can be as pure
as the lick from your pet
give me wads of money
and take all this away
I will die with unhappiness
that is all i have to say
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Lovely sentiment
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thanks dear:)
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