For what would I be otherwise but sport,
In love with one who does not care for me?
I will hide pain in smiles, sooner than be
The common talk. It is a bitter art
To sing a happy song with a sad heart.


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For what would I be otherwise but sport, In love with one who does not care for me? I will hide pain in smiles, sooner than be The common talk. It is ...

For what would I be otherwise but sport, In love with one who does not care for me? I will hide pain in smiles, sooner than be The common talk. It is ...

For what would I be otherwise but sport, In love with one who does not care for me? I will hide pain in smiles, sooner than be The common talk. It is ...

For what would I be otherwise but sport, In love with one who does not care for me? I will hide pain in smiles, sooner than be The common talk. It is ...