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Often I swear, I won’t
Let her enter my heart!
Breaking down that resolve,
My foolish phone reaches her every day.

Those who love
Lament laying down their hearts
Under their beloveds’ feet.

Truly, love makes a man
A perfect coward
And a supreme slave.

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