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I have told you of the story,

Of my dear Guardian.

But perhaps I didn't tell you,

Quite exactly how it ends.



You see, I've never seen him cry,

Especially not for me.

Maybe he was just too sad,

Perhaps he didn't see.



The reason I had done this,

Was not of jealousy.

The reason why I did this was -

"I did it just for me."



I did it for his happiness,

I did it because I knew,

That he could never love me,

Love me strong and true.



I think he must have found out,

Because I think he knew.

He whispered softly in my ear,

"I think I loved you too."



To me that was all I needed

To have him say to me,

I closed my eyes and sighed once more,

Then said, "Please don't cry for me."



I think he may have anyway,

But of course I'll never know.

I'm still glad I died that day,

It was just my time to go.



So this ends the story,

Of how my love was true.

But more important than all of this -

Is that he loved me too.