The Tyrant
The Tyrant
How cruel is love:
That it might entice a statue ,
Then forsake it when it move.
That it might crown a man Emperor,
Then banish him from his kingdom.
That it might deliver a man from the gallows,
Only to have him murdered by its own hand.
Oy vey, Of all the tyrants known to man,
There is none crueller then unrequited love.
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