and aspirin can’t combat this.

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Love and migraines, the same, put side by side —
Both bearable, yet neither will subside.
Both cloud your head and fog your line of sight;
One puts you down, the other gives you flight.

Alas, let your pink-coloured glasses shatter —
Why, let my mileage vary on this matter;
Migraines and love: the cruel one’s the latter —
The symptom fades, the spasms stay inside.