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No more, I said, not one more tear
No more moments to crush my will Not one second of looking behind At what has been in a crazy mind No more, she said, and kissed my cheek Making me shiver down to my feet, Not one more tear I will demand I have my own I can pretend. I looked at her: that gracious face The same I dreamt of every day Now more gracious than ever before Seemed calling me to wander more No more, I said, not one more rose No scent to quiver up my nose No colour to delight my eyes No thorn to waken all the lies No more, she whispered in my ear So slowly I could barely hear, Not one rose that I have grown Because thorns I have my own And she caressed my hair just like before I felt I never wanted her more A feeling that I lived so rare I cried, I shivered in despair.
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