'And only now when his head was grey
he had fallen properly,
really in love -
for the first time in his life'
- from Anton Chechov's The Lady With The Dog
i look at my hair now
and they are grey
and then i ask myself if i really love her
i like to be true now
i have always been distant
from every human being
even from her
from the very first time
when my heart was broken
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