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If you shall ever finally meet, on some remote, cold, windy pier,
feel pity for her. Wipe away her tears.
Hear her out,
for the story she'll share
will shatter your hearts -- It is a ghastly affair!..
And after, if only you can, as only you can,
love her,
love her again and again,
build her back up,
as only you can.

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