Song 51 – True of love

What’s true of love?
Hard as my heart
and sad as a lady’s
only desire.

Play something nice;
Why put a veil
that hides?

When a season changes
and wind passes by
somebody cries…

What’s true of love?
Bad as a habit
if not taken wise,
like wine.

Do someone glad,
make sure it works
when it’s needed bad…

So bad…

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