This monetary tear weighs me so, a love conceived now let go.
Abundantly your heart untrue, left a veil upon me blue.
Forgiveness now is out of sight, remains now mine are of vast plight.
A truth for fools is your love for me, False promises vowed thus easily.
Sorrow blankets my entirety, Betrayal imbues you thoroughly.
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I would like to translate this poem
cutting, to the point, hits hard-good work