Loveless Love

Blanche Calloway
Love, oh, love, oh, loveless love,
Has set our hearts on goalless goals,
From milkless milk and silkless silk,
We are growing used to soulless souls.
Such tragic times we never saw,
That's why we have proficient law,
In everything we find a flaw,
Even love, oh, love, oh, loveless love.

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