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Don’t take her that way.
When misunderstanding ripped her from my arms,
She who satisfied me because she was continually beautiful,
A statue more beautiful than any specimen in a museum,
A painting curated by highest consensus, beauty and sensitivity
All agreeing on the aesthetic pleasure there,
Colors mixed by music, architecture awarding the prize—do you see her beautiful hair?
It was painful, to lose her to error.
She didn’t say much when she left. But listen to what I say.
Her beauty was beautiful. I can’t describe
How she taught me to think. I paid attention to her, not the tribe.
To lose her beauty through a mistake, or because I was too clever,
A horror to lose her by a mistake, a horror.
But if you take her that way, I will lose her forever.
Don’t take her away, through old age,
When I don’t recognize her, because her skin and hair
Collapse, and I don’t know her. I beg you. I’m on my knees.
Don’t make her ugly. Don’t take her that way, please.
