Don't trust themnone of them,
not one tiny bit.
All liars, clowns, thieves,
making believe, misleading.
Why, even when I leap in joy,
that fear pops up,
Ha! Another blunder, Fool!
Fear, joy--they don't last
and that's my point:
Weak or strong,
you always wonder,
will love grow or smolder?
Either way, the feeling flees
with all its thunder
and in its place, another.
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