To you, my lost love If you'd like an insight Into why men feel compelled To pursue a younger model As they get old It is as simple as this Men are liars and their equals In female regentis Are immune to these foibles And all consequences So they seek those who see them As they where once in requiem Honest and virtuous, rather than Desparate and flirtuous I know as I am one A cliché in transience It is not lack of beauty, but the bare nakedness of our lies that exposes men To the harshness of judgement about everything we try to cover up We are liars, cheats and vagabonds But when we say that we love you It is true
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