✨ That you could forget me,
And that I’d plead and weep ✨
And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare,✨
Or that I’d ask the sorcerers ♨️
For some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: ♨️
My precious perfumed handkerchief.✨
Damn you! ✨
I will not grant your cursed soul 🩸
Vicarious tears or a single glance.✨
And I swear to you by the garden of the angels,✨
I swear by the miracle-working icon,✨
And by the fire and smoke of our nights: ✨
I will never come back to you.✨
Chop off your tongue ✨
You dirty scouring satan ✨
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