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To A False Friend.

By Thomas Hood

Topics: classic

Our hands have met, but not our hearts;     Our hands will never meet again.     Friends, if we have ever been,     Friends we cannot now remain:     I only know I loved you once,     I only know I loved in vain;     Our hands have met, but not our hearts;     Our hands will never meet again!     Then farewell to heart and hand!     I would our hands had never met:     Even the outward form of love     Must be resign'd with some regret.     Friends, we still might seem to be,     If I my wrong could e'er forget;     Our hands have join'd but not our hearts:     I would our hands had never met!

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About Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood (1799–1845) was an English poet and humorist whose social protest poems "The Song of the Shirt" and "The Bridge of Sighs" drew attention to the plight of the poor. He was also a master of comic verse and wordplay.

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