Triolet 1
Give back the heart that I gave;
Keeping it can never mend it.
See, I can smile, and be brave.
Give back the heart that I gave,
Hold it no more as your slave--
I've got a new place to send it.
Give back the heart that I gave;
Keeping it can never mend it.
by Dorothy Parker
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