Goodbye, My Love, the Object of My Fury
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|Goodbye, my love, the object of my fury!|
Opening this door may bring me peace.
Of you, my rage has been both judge and jury,
Determined not to grant you your release.
Be well, my love! I hope you find a lover
You can deceive. For me, there'll be no other,
Except all hearts be pure and lying cease.
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