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Life's an iridescent bubble.
Love's another name for trouble.
Fact and fiction
Bring conviction
Love is prose and pain.
But it's just as true that sorrow
Here to-day is gone to-morrow.
After showers
Follow flowers —
Sunshine after rain.

At the end of every love-tale
Howsoe'er begun,
Everything will turtle-dovetail
When the story's done.

This the moral we've been learning:
Long the lane that has no turning.
Every story
Amatory
Proves the proverb true.
Journeys end in lovers meeting;
All their fondest fears are fleeting.
Fair and jolly
Each fi-nale —
Then the sky is blue.

This the end of every love-tale,
Howsoe'er begun,
Everything will turtle-dovetail
When the story's done.
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