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Dead Love

	Oh never weep for love that’s dead
	Since love is seldom true
	But changes his fashion from blue to red,
	From brightest red to blue,
	And love was born to an early death
	And is so seldom true.
	Then harbour no smile on your bonny face
	To win the deepest sigh.
	The fairest words on truest lips
	Pass on and surely die,
	And you will stand alone, my dear,
	When wintry winds draw nigh.
	Sweet, never weep for what cannot be,
	For this God has not given.
	If the merest dream of love were true
	Then, sweet, we should be in heaven,
	And this is only earth, my dear,
	Where true love is not given.

	Oh never weep for love that' s dead
	Since love is seldom true
	But changes his fashion from blue to red,
	From brightest red to blue,
	And love was born to an early death
	And is so seldom true.
	Then harbour no smile on your bonny face
	To win the deepest sigh.
	The fairest words on truest lips
	Pass on and surely die,
	And you will stand alone, my dear,
	When wintry winds draw nigh.
	Sweet, never weep for what cannot be,
	For this God has not given.
	If the merest dream of love were true
	Then, sweet, we should be in heaven,
	And this is only earth, my dear,
	Where true love is not given.