One more, again not my own
Once, when I was young and true,Someone left me sad -Broke my brittle heart in two;And that was 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.
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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