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All’s finished: you and I are fractured.
I sang my songs of sorrow line by line
As I embraced your knees the final time.
All’s finished now — I heeded your reaction.
It’s done. I won’t deceive myself again.
I won’t pursue you, full of grief and woe.
Perhaps, one day, I’ll learn to let you go.
It’s clear that love was made for other men.
You’re still so young: Your soul is beautiful
And many men will love you after me.