Brother, I always did love you, In fact I still do, but I can't tell you. Leaving me, you took my heart too. I do not know what I shall do. I lived for you, I wanted to grow up with you, but could not do— I could not tell if the love was true; so I ignored, and hence killed, you. You wound me up, oh, how did you Manage to pry my mind in two? A hope that one half clung on to, A fear that none of it was true. You visit every month or two, I sometimes try to speak to you— But never can my voice break through the wall which has split us in two. To be back with you I would do anything which you asked me to: your hair was black, your eyes were blue, but though silence I murdered you.
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