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I rescind my claim on you.
Not as a child, clinging to his mother's breast,
But as a former love whose vows undo,
with turmoil and unrest.

No, my love, you shall take no more of me.
No longer sway my heart with lies.
A clean break should be easy,
as passion slowly dies.

Do not beg, sweet Adonia, to save our dead romance.
It is you who should be stronger;
to leave without a glance,
for I plague myself with love no longer.

But if you'd like to start again.
Be it as if I'd never touched a pen.