I loved you; love still, perhaps,
Has not entirely perished in my heart;
But let it trouble you no more;
I do not wish to sadden you with anything.
I loved you silently, hopelessly,
And pining from joy and now through jealousy;
I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly,
As God grant that you be loved by another.
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