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a Poet My mother told me thus: You must never love a poet, You must not a minstrel trust. He may love you deep and truly But he will not love you long And he'll leave you for another When he's sung up all your song. |
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Unless you feel your soul requires Adversity to grow, Don't try to love a poet, Don't ask him what he knows. He will burn you with his power, Imbue you with his pride, Devour you in his passion... But you'll never be his bride! I am older and I know now That my mother's words were true, For I have loved a poet And I've been a poet, too. And each time I meet a young man I always warn him thus: You must never love a poet, You must not a minstrel trust. Then I love him deep and truly But I do not love him long, And I leave him for another When I've sung up all his song! |
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