My friend, you ought not to say such things to me.
For it's evident how little you realize
A person can fall so fast and so foolishly,
Carelessly pulling wool over her own eyes.
Lonely hearts are more treacherous than you'd guess,
As well as lonely ears on which no sweet words fall
Save from your lips. Tread carefully - you'll make a mess
When I imagine love where none's meant at all.
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