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| Love Love Is Patient |
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| Love, love is patient, love is kind |
| It doesn’t envy, it doesn’t boast |
| It is not proud |
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| If I speak in the tongues of men |
| And of angels but have not love |
| I am only a resounding gong |
| Or a clanging cymbal |
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| If I have the gift of prophecy |
| And can fathom all mysteries |
| If I have the faith that move mountains |
| No love I am nothing |
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| If I give all I possess |
| To the poor and surrender |
| My body to the flames |
| But no love I gain nothing |
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| Love is not rude, it is not self seeking |
| It is not easily angered |
| It keeps no record of wrongs |
| Love doesn’t delight with the evil |
| But it rejoices with the truth |
| [It protects, trusts, hopes and perseveres] |
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