Henry, Song - Tune, German Spa (germanspa)

Shrew'd      remarkers             often        say     
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Men       were    formed        to      betray         ;    
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Form'd        to      fascinate           the      fair      ,    
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Then       to      plunge         them       in      despair          :    
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Tyrants            of      creation             made      ,    
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Prone       like      tyrants            to      invade         !    
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Wanting           what      they     can't       enjoy         ,    
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And       to      love      unknowing          .    
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Feigning        rapture         when      we're     by      ,    
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Willing         at      our      feet      to      die     :    
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Vow     ,    the      smiles        or      frowns        of      fate      
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On      important               females          wait      .    
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If      ,    unversed         in      thier       arts        ,    
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We      surrender         up      our      hearts         ;    
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Cool      ,    they     view      the      sacrifice             ,    
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And       the      maid      expiring               .    
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While     my      heart        is      yet       my      own     ,    
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Nor       my      soft        affections             flown       ;    
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Ev'ry        passion         at      command          --    
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Free      my      heart        as      free      my      hand         ;    
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Cool      ,    I'll    hear       the      tale      of      love      ,    
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'Till     convinc'd            ,    I     may     approve        :    
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Then       I'll    fly       to      meet      my      swain       ,    
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Nor       disguise         my      rapture         .    
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