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∞ ∞ ∞ Love built upon lust; Though it feels high like a Mount, Though it flies on the wings of an Eagle, Though colourful as a peacock's pride, Though it entices the eye of the beholder; Yet it lasts only for a while, It shall come crashing like an avalanche, It shall fall into the pit of disgust, It shall have no place in the heart of the beholder. For love built on lust, Is like a new wine poured into an old jar; Though it holds for a while, It shall burst beyond repair And renders a fool the winemaker. ∞∞∞ .
— Cotek