Poem by Dorothy Parker

A Very Short Song

Once when I was young and true,
  Someone left me sad--
Broke my brittle heart in two;
  And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
  Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
  And that, I think, is worse.

1. Portrait of the Artist
2. Chant for Dark Hours
3. Inventory
4. They Part
5. The Immortals

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