"As you came from the holy land pt-2 "
What's the cause that She leaves you alone
And a new way doth take
Who loved you once as her own
And her joy did you make?
I have loved her all my youth
But Now old as you see
Love like not the feeling fruit
From the withered tree
Know that love is A Careless child
And Forgets promise past
He is blind he is deaf when she list
And faith never fast.
His disire is a dureless content
And trustless joy
He is won with a world of despair
And is lost with a toy.
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