Indifference replaces the friendship
Where once partiality reigned,
And if true interest once was present
Now all such interest is feigned.
In politeness we must not inquire
What about the arrangement has changed?
Though we wonder what made them tire
And in truth we may feel shortchanged.
But nobody promised us flowers,
So we mourn the loss of the dear
While remembering the better hours,
When everything seemed more clear.
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