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Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

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Wed, 2017-02-01 16:05
#1
This is a pure and noble sentiment. Nobody can resist such a clear heart. Your only response can be, "Take my heart, Dorothy."