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Intro

This, no song of ingenue

This, no ballad of innocence;

This, the rhyme of a lady who

Followed ever the natural bents.

This, a solo of sapience,

This, a chantey of sophistry,

This, the sum of experiments,

I loved them until they loved me.

 I loved them until they loved me.

I loved them until they loved me.

Decked in garments of sable hue,

Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,

Wearing shower bouquets of rue,

Walk I ever in penitence.

Oft I roam, as my heart repents,

Through God's acre of memory,

Marking stones, in my reverence,

I loved them until they loved me.

 I loved them until they loved me.

I loved them until they loved me.

 Pictures pass me in long review,--

 Marching columns of dead events.

 I was tender, and, often, true;

 Ever a prey to coincidence.

Always knew I the consequence;

Always saw what the end would be.

We're as Nature has made us -- hence

I loved them until they loved me.

 I loved them until they loved me.

I loved them until they loved me.

Princes, never I'd give offense,

Won't you think of me tenderly?

Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -

This, no song of ingenue

This, no ballad of innocence;

This, the rhyme of a lady who