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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