Ain't
Nececellery So !
Bold
got somehow old,
Rolled
was gold I uphold.
Hold
me before I'm cold,
Sold
the dream or so I'm told.
Uphold
what we must scold,
Extolled
all virtue left in mold.
Fold
before I'll leave the Wold,
Untold,
how our love unrolled.
Enrolled
in types of beauty polled,
Controlled
is power left unsold.
Remould
the vision we unfold,
Patrolled
by love or left resold.
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