Our love was like an opera,
passionate and grand,
as though at our first meeting,
you clasped my trembling hand;
as though we danced together,
dressed up in masquerade;
or underneath my window,
you sang a serenade;
as though I were a gypsy
who lured you with a flower;
as though we drank a potion
that bound us in its power.
The orchestra swelled louder,
drums thundered, cymbals rang.
We swore our love eternal--
Then the fat lady sang.
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