look upon me as a lost and abandoned creature
like a leaf blown in the wind
a spark glimmered in the fireplace
all his insolence was gone
a traitor to good feeling and honour
with a desperate melancholy
truly a lost and abandoned creature
bereft of all high born dignity
the very picture of melancholy
such is female curiosity and vengefulness
the loss of good feeling and honor
a light glimmered outside the window
with a melancholy glow
she despised him utterly
as weak as a starved rat
the dark prophecies had come to pass
such is the wrath of woman
like the wind in the trees
may you renounce me from that moment
the rat ran from the corner
insolently surrendering itself
i scorn you utterly
in your pathetic disguise
"thus ends a once proud race"
the prophecies have come to pass
recognized in spite of your disguise
a light glimmered in the window behind her
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