The Bid of Love
I sat in dismay
Higher went the price
The room grew fuller
I started giving my life
Shiney and more pricey
It filled my eyes
My heart grew big
It dimed my sight
It rose to a point
I couldn't keep it much longer
The other people in the room
Grew stronger
I tried to find more money
Gone went the four-clover
I decided that I would step down
It was all over
The crowd sat still
As they left the room
Maybe I'll wait for the next one
But it won't be as good as you.
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