The poor girl, the next morn, to awaken,
Bruised, sullied, and sadly forsaken!
She’d done it for love,
But, gosh! Heavens above!
It would seem she was rather mistaken!
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The poor girl, the next morn, to awaken,
Bruised, sullied, and sadly forsaken!
She’d done it for love,
But, gosh! Heavens above!
It would seem she was rather mistaken!