The birds chirp and sing in the parkland today
But the clouds of his mind they are gloomy and gray
Of the praises of love you may hear many sing
But the dark side of love is a sorrowful thing
A bright full moon shone in a calm starry sky
And a boobook owl called on a wattle nearby
When she told him that from him she would have to part
That she loves another better and she must follow her heart
The dark side of love is a sibling of woe
Since that mild Summer's night eight months ago
Out of the public eye he has wept in his bed
For a love lost to him tears by him often shed
The day it is pleasant the birds chirp and sing
But his mind is not full of the joys of the Spring.
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