How Fickle Is Love
As the violins soar, her poor heart sinks
Music can't reach her, now she's unlinked
Yesterday life was vibrant and bright
Today's plunged in darkness, without any light
She sits in the audience, glum as can be
A melody throbs in her heart -- Woe is me
How fickle is love, how impermanent passion
Turns day into night, the sun's face ashen
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