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Of all the times I thought and wrote,
The days and hours of poetic scheme,
The seconds of depressing gleam.
I suffered like no other man,
No other beast on earth to come.
I made mistakes but none like this-
Which now I sit by fires burning,
Regreting, hateing, and avoiding.
Oh! Misery has never acted like this before!
But what's the point right now to cry?
Will life somehow unclench its paw?
Will she open up her heart to mine?
Alas I know why my tears are burning.
My petty words immortallize her-
Extend her life and grip on me.
Now I wake and see her over,
Why that is I fell in love with her.
Then I look and the process starts Again, never to be done, never to be over.