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My Love

My love is tired of me.

It has been that way for a long time,

helped by me, too swiftly....

I spilled too many tears,

I fell down too often.

I was only ill and unlucky person,

I had too many questions.

But it desired rest and joy, 

sitting untroubled near a cheerful fire

and watching TV in the evening.

My love is tired of me,

and the grief of centuries

squeezes my shoulders.

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