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            T O N I G H T    I    C A N    W R I T E    T H E    S A D D E S T    L I N E S .

but maybe I love her.
            love is so short, forgetting is so long.
because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
           my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
          and these the last verses that I write for her.