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I hate you now, when I am free:

I hate your breath, because it’s gone;

For everything you’ve done to me

And all the things you haven’t done.



Can’t bear this voice: it brings me pain,

And all your words; they make me cry.

Your lips… They have the crush of rain

But not the force to say good-bye.



I hate you, cause you’ve killed my flow;

Destroyed my will to love and fly;

Because you’ve always had to go,

Because you loved to see me cry.