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An unhappy man.
I do not have anything that reminds me of her,
No portrait, no hair;
I do not have a letter from her;
We hate each other.
I was brutal and languid;
She was ardent and cruel;
Love of an unhappy man
For an unfaithful mistress.
One day, we parted,
After so much happiness,
So many kisses and so many tears;
Like two broken enemies,
That their hate no longer supports,
And who drop their weapons.