ALTHO’ he has left me for greed o’ the siller,
I dinna envy him the gains he can win;
I rather wad bear a’ the lade o’ my sorrow,
Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.
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Last updated July 13, 2015
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I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.