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The last line
I no longer lover her that is certain
But maybe I love her
Love is so short
Forgetting is so long
Through nights like this I held her in my arms
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her
Though this maybe the last pains that I suffer
And this the last verses that I write for her
(excerpt from
Tonight I write the Saddest Lines
by Pablo Neruda)
