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yet each man kills the thing he loves,

by each let this be heard

some do it with a bitter look,

some with a flattering word

the coward does it with a kiss,

the brave man with a sword

 

some kill their love when they are young,

and some when they are old

some strangle with the hands of lust,

some with the hands of gold

the kindest use a knife,

because the dead do soon grow cold

 

some love too little, some too long,

some sell and others buy

some do the deed with many tears,

and some without a sigh

for each man kills the thing he loves,

yet each man does not die