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An unhappy man. I do not have anything that reminds me of her, No portrait, no hair; I do not have a letter from her; We hate each other. I was brutal and languid; She was ardent and cruel; Love of an unhappy man For an unfaithful mistress. One day, we parted, After so much happiness, So many kisses and so many tears; Like two broken enemies, That their hate no longer supports, And who drop their weapons.

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