People exchanged it for money
collecting dust in the ba<x>sement
It is following the money...
I think its in the closet
It's there--but like a ghost story--you gotta believe in it to see it.
The price of love went through the roof.
Towards the money.
the hippies collected it all and it died with them.. RIP love
It's still here. I love the **** outta money.(jk but love doesn't simply vanish if you really think about it)