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After enduring the pain of feeling your forgetfulness
after my poor wounded heart gave you everything
you have returned to show me your misfortune
through the bitterness of a love like the one you gave me

I can no longer forgive or give you what you gave me
you must know that there is no resentment from a dead affection
but if you try to stir up the ruins you created
you will only find ashes of all that was my love