A Song
A heart that's bleeding
With deep despair,
Is ne'er succeeding
Amongst the fair.
They hate imploring,
And courtship fly;
Each swain adoring
Is sure to die.
With deep despair,
Is ne'er succeeding
Amongst the fair.
They hate imploring,
And courtship fly;
Each swain adoring
Is sure to die.
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