Love is kind when it's new
But drains like morning dew.
It is bright and so gay,
But like sunset fades away.
I rest myself against a wall,
Thinking it'd mighty and tall.
I leaned and hard did it fall,
So proved my love not true at all.
I put my hand in a mine
Hoping for the brightest diamond to find.
But to only find glass;
And it cut me deep to the bone.
Love is said cannot die,
The truth of all it is a lie.
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