In youth my heart was made of glass
So deep the wounds, that I bled well
With age my lot with lover's passed
From married friends, gained sound advice
For lonely nights, no empty flask
I had fair time to prove them wrong
With wisdom a strong heart was cast
No longer under heartache's spell
She'll have her wedding ring at last.
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