Love - Ricardo Rangels (lyrics)

Though i have all my faith
so that could remove mountains
and have not love
  i'm locking
  it profiteth me nothing

Though i bestow all my goods
to feed the poor and my body to burned
and have not love
  i'm locking
  it profiteth me nothing

Love suffereth long
  envyed not
  vaunteth not itself
  it's not puffed up

Now abideth love
  faith and hope
  but the greatest of
  you.. it's the love


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