The weary sun
Gently parted with the sea,
At this hour you declared,
There is no love.
I was saddened slightly -
Without anguish, without sorrow
At this hour resounded
Your words.
As we part, I will not be angry,
The fault lies with me and you.
The weary sun
Gently parted with the sea,
At this hour you declared,
There is no love.
--- Zenon Friedwald
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