Love and I, I thought we were
Common nemeses of hate,
Love left out of the window
When I came in through the gate.
I asked a friend of hate's
As to what to love befell,
The friend of hate seemed in awe
But about my love it would not tell;
It grinned at me for quite a while
It looked at me deep in the eye,
And shoved off out the door
Cheerful, but without a bye.
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