le 8 novembre 2015
Each man kills the thing he loves
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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 hands of lust
And some with hands of gold
The kindest use a knife because
The dead so soon grow cold
Some love too little some too long
Some sell and others buy
Some do the deed with many tears
And some without a sigh
For each man kills the thing he loves
But each man doesn't die