THE DISCONSOLATE
My heart will break - I'm sure it will:
My lover, yes, my favorite - he
Who seemed my own through good and ill -
Has basely turned his back on me.
THE COMFORTER
Ah! silly sorrower, weep no more;
Your lover's turned his back, we see;
But you had turned his head before,
And now he's as he ought to be.
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