The man had killed the thing he loved,And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves,By each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young,And some when they are old;Some strangle with the hands of Lust,Some with the hands of God:The kindest use a knife, becauseThe dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long,Some sell, and others buy;Some do the deed with many tears,Foe each man kills the thing he loves,Yet each man does not die.
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The man had killed the thing he loved,And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves,By each let this be heard,Some do it with a bitter look,Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss,The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young,And some when they are old;Some strangle with the hands of Lust,Some with the hands of God:The kindest use a knife, becauseThe dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long,Some sell, and others buy;Some do the deed with many tears,Foe each man kills the thing he loves,Yet each man does not die.