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They both wrote poetryIn fact, that was how they metHe was a Yorkshire man in CambridgeShe was from MassachusettsThey spoke and they fell in loveThey kissed and picked daffodilsShe came across the oceanJust to bid her heart goodbyeThe hawk next to his goddessThey were glorious to seeBack when Ted loved SylviaClose friends disapprovedSaid they ought to waitThey did not care with all that saidAnd married nonethelessThey traveled and they taughtA life of academiaTypewriters and cocktailsAngry verses and sad pleasDutiful wife and motherThe poet behind her manBack when Ted loved SylviaThe tempests that were howlingAnd tearing them apartWere forces that had been in placeTo wreck them from the startSo she stayed home with the kidsCollecting poems in a jarHe had his lectures and soon a mistressAnd left her all aloneWhy did she end it all?Was he just to blame?There's only two that know for sureAnd neither one remainI don't need an answerI prefer to read between the linesBack when Ted loved SylviaBack when Ted loved Sylvia