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I never knew a love,
many a love knew me,
and I was free to wander
where it was I cared to be,

the loyal dog of love,
followed me around,
despite my harsh objections,
the hound to me was bound,

I know it was the sticks and stones,
i know it was the names,
I know it was the hung up phones,
neglect and flippant games,

'cause when the cur was gone
and love I finally knew,
away he wandered and I pondered
"Now I'm finally you",

Love is best expressed
when the one you love is dead,
open love is foolish
and a ransom to behest,

beloved's always free,
the loving always bound,
if free you care to be,
then of love make not a sound,