A young man loved a maiden
Who turned from him aside
To one who loved another yet
And took her for his bride
The maid at sore resentment
At fortune so ill-starred
Married the first who came along;
The young man took it hard
It is an old, old story
But it is forever new
And whosoever suffers it
It breaks his heart in two
Heine
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