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A tune on my lyre.
A tune on my lyre.


Gazing at my face, He wanted to say something.
Raising His eyes toward my face,  
What wounded Him, I do not know.
He wanted to say something.
Without telling me, He went away.
I don't know why He felt hurt—
Without even giving notice, He left.
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