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My heart burns slowly,

As that of the cigarette,

She know it well,

She is not to soothe, yet!

I feel like losing breath,

As a drowning man,

If she comes and fondly embrace,

I shall live, yes I can!

Alas! My wishes will die with me!

She will not hear my sighs ultimately!