His Usual Fate.

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All one season

Lost to reason,

Breathing sea air

By the beach, where

Young hearts mingle,

Love was playful

All the day full.

We were single.

Now with mournful

Looks and scornful

Turns he too us;

He is through us,

Worried, harried.

Love is sighing;

Love is dying.

We are married.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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