Why it is that Love does not die,
A natural death?
Is it not we that do not,
Replenish the source?
Of blindness, errors and betrayals,
Love succumbs!
Of illness, weariness and wounds,
Love succumbs!
Of withering and of tarnishing,
Love succumbs!
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