Sweet Sorrow

Sphere of Souls

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None to refrain, by blood all the same
To receive gain as grief’s sweetest pain

None to withhold the price to unfold
What amount for your soul to be sold?

Strangers meet to join the flow
A list of names I hardly know
Their listed values show
Their sweet sorrow to stain
Forming lines to drain
Keeping smiles restrained

Further the line
No one to decline
Claims increase with the passing of time