Your tears sadden me,
To see you sad and forlorn,
Broken and dejected,
They are not lovers
Who love and break relations,
They are not
Who break the hearts.
O Unnamed Lass,
Wipe you out the tears falling from,
The lashes splashed with,
A little bit dried, a little bit smeared with,
The cheeks with the tear drops
Fallen and dried on,
The sighs and sobs evaporated!
I do not know if this is called love,
Is it love to give heart to and break
The tender heart,
If this be, why do they love,
Why do they break?
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