Shatter the vows of grace, become unknown,
Depart, my master, let your anger be shown.
If, by chance, we meet upon the road,
And cruelty blooms, a bitter, sudden load,
Bite your lips then, and swiftly turn away,
My heart desires to flee that love's delay.
Never again to meet, a faithless vow,
That playful darling, from such love, allow.
Alas, the helplessness, though all is said,
How can you turn from beauty, finely bred?
Shatter the vows of grace, become unknown,
Depart, my master, let your anger be shown.
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