Each is not my love, moan I for what

I make up hundreds so I know how to make love

There, you can have my youth, I know I have loved

Started to see him, 'till when I married him



To yearn admits you're outside to me

Grow up



I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more

And I have been so naive

All move and try he knew not

And your spangle, how it hurts, and I have feelings



To yearn admits you're outside to me

Grow up

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