You were more precious than love, darling;
No matter how much I loved you, it was never enough.
Love stirred in this heart;
It was betrayed by those dearest to it.
I was demolished by my devotion to you.
If this heart were stone, darling,
It wouldn't break, nor would my eyes grow moist.
Nor would I have come to some turning point at which I find only grief in love.
Even in this crowd I find loneliness...
This love is so hurting
It was neither your mistake nor mine;
It was neither your faithlessness nor mine.
The heart was destined to break; this is the normal way of love...
How very oppressive this love is
You're before me; even so, you're distant.
You were more precious than love, darling
No matter how much I loved you, it was never enough....
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