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heart of falsehood

I know a man who is in mourning For cruel Fate has kept him pinned Forever on the side of losing When falling in love is living in sin. The Bride is soon to wear her ring, Her house already has a host; Desire can not bring to a standstill Yearning what's forbidden most. Someone will win, someone will lose; Whose happy end the Bride will choose? It matters not, it matters most; Both ends forfeit a heavy cost.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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