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Paraphrase
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. It well may be that in a difficult hour, Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, or nagged by want past resolutions power, I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food. It may well be. I do not think I would. || Love isn't everything; it won't feed you, It won't give you energy or provide you with shelter and it won't save you if you're drowning As you rise and sink over and over again. Love cannot heal a sick lung, Or clear out infections, or set a broken bone; Yet many people are committing suicide Just because they have no love. Maybe in a difficult time, When I am in pain and want release, or want something so badly that it is past reason, I might sell your love to get peace, Or trade the memory of this night to get food. It might be - but I do not think I would. ||
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 * Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink