At sunrise I know that we have parted
and that you now have someone else
and it feels perverse
that you now love someone else more than me
and for years I am enchanted
maybe through my whole life something is left
of you beating in side of me
and still something of that love is lasting,
although I have lost you
and sometimes when darkness sneaks up on me,
when I am alone and your image sneaks into my dreams
I want to ask you to leave and to bewitch someone else
and no person can forever stay single
as time goes on, with passing years
and vainly I hope
to have you again
but have decided to expel this sorcery
your whole soul, your face and body,
to open my heart to someone else
and to write her name on my soul
but every time that I have someone, you rise from the ashes
as if this bewitchment gets new life
blowing the flames up again
and to me it stays sorcery.
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