To Love Me by 1927
That morning was so cold
Awoke and felt so cold
The story that you told
But time could not defend
This cry without an end
The worst was to pretend
Hearts torn away How could you say
Didn't you care
About the games that you played
The frost upon the grass
Then pane of broken glass
The hurt that came to pass
You left me mystified
Your careless wall of sighs
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