TELL me why, behind thee,
I see always the shadow of another lover?
Is it real
Or is this the thrice-damned memory of a better happiness?
Plague on him if he be dead
Plague on him if he be alive
A swinish numbskull
To intrude his shade
Always between me and my peace.
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wunderbar
"The thrice-damned memory of a better happiness?" gee....another great one. This shadow is upon me too, Crane. I FEEL your pain.

