She was once beautiful,but to her life wasnt merciful. Her hair was in shambles but what did she care other than her rambles. She had met him in france,his handsome face threw her off balance. But how could she know,that he was such a seed of discord to sow. "you are beautiful my fair miss",he had said to her when they had their first kiss. "So wonderful!" she had exclaimed, when he held her in his arms and called her "babe". But little did she know about his farcade,one that ended in a word called "bade". She heard when he said "goodbye",and all she could do was sigh. She had learned not to cry,and that she had to try. Roses are red,violets are blue,just like all my lady had went to rue.
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