"Does the imagination dwell the most
Upon a woman won or a woman lost?"
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"You silly Willie, on the woman lost.
The woman won sits in the inglenook
Across from you, knitting or reading a book
Or come your teatime doing the toast and bacon;
Whereas the woman lost is God knows where
In the world, and with whom, if not by now a ghost
Past yours or anyone's love, though still you care
Lest she be by another bespoken or taken--
For what's romantic love unless forsaken?
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