No Music

 I'll tell you a sore truth, little understood
It's harder to leave, than to be left:
To stay, to leave, both sting wrong.


You will always have me to blame,
Can dream we might have sailed on;
From absence's rib, a warm fiction.


To tear up old love by the roots,
To trample on past affections:
There is no music for so harsh a song.

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