The moon has set the same for either of us
Your world has the same green leaves like mine
And like mine they fall and wither in the summer sun
How is your emotion real, and mine denied
Where you can question your heart, blame me
Your conscience can prick you, like mine does
And we both are in constant misery of love
How is your departing fair, when mine wasn't deemed so
Where you could command my love and attention
Your heart feels release, and mine is torn asunder
And not introspect before you ask if my love was true
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