Oh, you who keep love's vow, I know,
One day you'll cast my love aside.
From your neck, the garland of my love,
You'll tear and cast it far and wide.
You'll raze the city of my hopes,
And steal my heart, and then depart.
Oh, you who toy with hearts so frail,
To play with love's deep, yearning plea,
Is your only game, your only art.
In your eyes, the heart holds no fee.
You'll raze the city of my hopes,
And steal my heart, and then depart.
Oh, you, drunk with youthful grace,
Your feet know only to spurn love's fire.
Your eyes, they know the art of taking hearts,
And leading them astray, higher and higher.
You'll raze the city of my hopes,
And steal my heart, and then depart.
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