Well, these things happen.

She betrayed you did she?  Not surprising, women are
The pits.  Was it just a kiss?  Are you sure?  Yeah,
Rome maybe wasn't built in a day, but kingdoms fall
Dead quick don't they?  Don't worry, she'll be feeling
Rotten, you can bet.  You can't get away with things
Like that and not feel it.  Living with your own deeds,
Now there's the rub.  Don't worry mate, these things
Happen, and there are plenty more fish in the sea.
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