Oh Paramour!
Oh Paramour
does your porcelain heart ache
hollow and lonely
as the darkness of night divides you?
Oh Paramour
Do the gentle lies
he spins, blind you
or grate heavy on your purest of dreams?
Oh Paramour
Did you hope to defy
the love that I once held?
By your cavorting, to dissolve my world?
Oh Paramour
I feel no contempt; But pity you;
yours is but one of a throng of tattered hearts.
Once vivacious; but left devoid of ardor!
Oh Paramour
Not his first
You will be the last to concern me.
I pass the duty now to you.
Good luck with your new love!
Oh Paramour!
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