Autumn Valentine
Autumn Valentine
In May my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.® Autumn Valentine by Dorothy Parker
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor Thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
® Autumn Valentine by Dorothy Parker
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