Love is not the only cause
of sorrows in this world
A lonely night still brings sleep
but sleepless are the nights in love
It has wrecked the lives
of many women and men
When together
Roses, all roses
When away
A heap of thorns
And in infidelity
A knell of hell
Roses spring in the spring
and thorns? Year round
So pick a rose when you can
Ring a bell of pleasure
And forget hell and thorns
Be sensible.
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