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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From guest caity (contact)
For me, false friends come to me more frequently than real friends. The speaker expresses that although to the outside they may appear friends, joined at the hand, they have no feelings for the other, and although it still is sad to lose a false friend it does not matter, because it is easy to let go with your hands.
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