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A foolish thinks his being forever to live,
Nothing-permanent all have to go Fair,
According to the first accord but to give,
His thoughts for the coming race care.
A women’s love O man a fickle thing,
As human breath knows not when to fly,
Trust not in love I call it a hollow ring,
As evils thoughts to make it beautify
Always trust in self, trust not in other,
Others deceive as hunters to the birds,
That in the heart lays Hamlet’s mother,
I think girls’ mind catch pretty words.
Let my love go in hell you are a liar,
Today all love hungry conscious I fire.
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