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The Apology of An Empty Man

Love, I handed you my mettle,
So you put it to the test;
Though I failed, and badly, often,
Most the time, I did my best.

So, forgive not me, but you now.
You, deserving something higher,
Cannot fault yourself my actions:
Someone better, I know, you’d

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