SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
We were so much at one.
All through the years of our youth
Or you will grow out of fashion
I loved long and long,
Like an old song.
Their own thought from the others,
Like an old song.
O do not love too long,
Neither could have known
O Do Not Love Too Long
But O, in aminute she changed -
And grew to be out of fashion
