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How have I felt the cruelty of goodbye!
A dark and ruthless thing - how I recall!
It shows you one last time the beautiful
Beloved, as it steals her from your eye.
I was too weak to stop from turning, even
As she called after me. She just stayed put;
It seemed like every woman I was leaving,
That small white shape, which soon was nothing but
A gentle wave - I could no longer say,
As it waved on, if it was meant for me...