(a Welsh clogyrnach, Type 2)

Never would I have thought this so,
That we’d be broken, you would go;
I try to find peace,
And gain a new lease,
But I cease, steeped in woe.

Tell me how I have done you wrong,
Don’t make up a story or song;
This cannot be true,
I’m left feeling blue,
If I knew, not for long.

Can we give it another try?
Find common ground, if not the sky;
My heart it does ache,
My love you did break,
As I wake, show me why.

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