How you danced in that golden hue
With sparkling eyes, a wonderful blue
But ne'er could I utter what wasn't true
For I do not love you
You see, my dear
It's always fear
That makes me break the rule
And out of hate
I strike a gait
That makes other women woo
You shed your tears, I can see
Yet they're for my cheats, not me
(photo via Vogue.com)
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