I killed you: perhaps repentance,
May not have completely faded in my soul;
I swear by Monerushka - it wasn't your attacks;
I would never have offended you in any way
But I killed you, silently, hopelessly,
Tormented by elves, or lightning;
I killed you, but gently and tenderly,
It's not a sin to die such a death, to succumb.
Ivor
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