 | Marah |  |
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THE ONLY DIFFERENCE
1
I deem'd you truest of the true,And loved you. Now I see
That you were treacherous thro' and thro',
And love you still, woe's me!
2
The only difference is this:The gilt is off the chain,
And what was once a golden bliss
Is now an iron pain.
| Marah | |