Whatever times we had, I'm glad they're gone: The presents you bought me, those baubles to wear. How eagerly those young girls around you fawn! You fooled me once, but now I couldn't care.
I was in love with something you are not; Your rich gifts made it simple to pretend Affection could so easily be bought. All my jealousies! Nothing yet could mend
That love is never happy so begun, 'Though pretty was the fantasy we played. I let you stand too long in the sun: Watched your bright colours quickly blanch and fade.
I keep in mind your wit when we first met, For beauty is too easy to forget.
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