Autumn Valentine

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Autumn Valentine

 

In May my heart was breaking-

Oh, wide the wound, and deep!

And bitter it beat at waking,

And sore it split in sleep.

 

And when it came November,

I sought my heart, and sighed,

"Poor thing, do you remember?"

"What heart was that?" it cried.

 

Dorothy Parker

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