Goodbye
So as to lose.
I cast my glove -
So as don't choose.
My choice is simple:
Death or love,
But I'm confused,
I feel my drop.
You are my drug,
Which is required:
When you are far
My heart is crying.
I found my love,
I learned to fly.
I raise my glove
And say:Goodbye.
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