If sweet songs were for you,
I'd sing them with a heart so true!
If the words were mine,
For you, I'd chop them fine.
But since neither is there,
Let this love perish in despair.
So sad when I dream of a win,
The cold dark reality sinks in.
Because we can't afford this time,
I will give this generous rhyme:
If only hearts were brave enough, dear,
And harmonious breezes good to the ear,
Then all this would be a twinkle thought
In all the lavish romance we could've cought!
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