There stood a withered man and white
And the song was the same;
How should I know your false love
When my own love is true?
Upon your heart you wear her glove
And her rose, and her rue.
How should I know the burning hair
Of your false lovely bride?
It is herself soft standing there
At your heart, at your side.
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