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                  there is this damsel whom i met ,

                  a long long time ago,

              which part of her i fell in love with,

                  i  really do not know.

             something  bout the way she laughed,

               set my soul   on  fire,

              made her the one thing in this world,

             this lad did desire.

      i wooed her with  my tounge, the only way i knew,

       wowed to be  her  prince, wowed that i’d be true.

  she, confessed her love for me, confessed she loved me too,

      said i was like a brother to her, and  brotherly love she felt

  twas the worst hand , that lady fate had dealt.

 i steeled my self , and cursed my stars,

  but the lady i couldnt tell,

   she so innocently , had  brought this lad’   

     from heaven into hell!          

      twas but a verse my luv, not a  mirror , of times gone by.

       if it dosent make u laugh, it musnt make u cry,

    anger them elders say, is the source ,of most regret’!

     let’s make the most of  the time, that time herself, does let.