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⢀⡄⡴⢾⣿⣿⡟⣱⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣽⣷⡀
⡾⢸⣿⡎⣨⢻⢷⣿⣿⡏⢿⣿ ⣿⢇⡋⢛⢂⣀⣀⡀
⢀⡖⢨⣭⣾⡇ ⡛⡝⡄⢸ ⡌⣿⡎⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄
⡆⣾⡇⡇⢧⡇⡈ ⡉ ⣆⣦⣷ ⢰⡜⣦⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣎⢶⡄
⣾⢷ ⣷ ⣜ ⢄⣿⣿⣿⡎ ⡿⡁⡌⣿⢻⡇⣿⣿⣿⣦⢿⡄
⡼⣿ ⣷⡙⢤⣿⣟ ⡹ ⢋⢘ ⢘⢇ ⡈ ⢰⡋⡟⢿⡎
⡇⣿ ⣴⣶⣦⣰ ⢀ ⡇⣆ ⣸⣿⣷⣷⡃⡀ ⣼
⢸ ⣸⡄ ⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡸⡄⢧⢣⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣎⣸⢃⡴
⢸⢰⢹⡇ ⣿⣶⡹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣎⡸⡶⣌⡑ ⢱⢹
⢸ ⣾⢻ ⢿⣿⣷⣝⡛⣛ ⣿⣿⣿⣦⣑⢚⣫⡧⣭⣛⡜⡞
⡇ ⢧ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⡝ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣿⡇⡿
𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴
Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.