Yours Truly
Why oh why did our sweet love die:
My dearest heart
Hasv another fancy come nigh:
To take my part?
Did good looks,fine words turn your head:
On rebounds hook
Then to another,he so quickly sped:
And thee forsook
Will words of love and this gold ring:
Now make you mine
With promises,to make bells ring:
This troth is thine.
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