It isn’t that my heart is hard
Or I’ve gone off my head;
I’ve simply chosen to discard
My love for you, instead.
It’s not as if you love me back
Or curse me to my face,
So there’s no reason not to pack
My feelings in a case.
The day is breaking in the east;
The clouds are salmon pink;
And, since my love for you has ceased,
I pull back from the brink.
And yet I can’t but wish you well;
I freely fell beneath your spell.
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