A Jilted Lament

We are those who have loved and lost

Angels shown their light upon us

But had we known the final cost…

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My dear cousin was once my fuss

But 'twas Darcy she did accost

So her best friend I married thus.

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Well mine was the fair Buttercup

Her beauty shown above her gloom

But then her pirate took her up!

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I, a king, in my fullest bloom

Had my queen stolen by a pup

Oh my first knight shall have his doom!

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A Vicomte stole my sweet student

I had too much trust in her love

And so my heart she surely rent

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Ladies we thought were from above

Well they became our one lament

So to all men we warn thereof!