"It was a mistake."
you said that morning
and cut my heart without a knife.
"Mistakes bring bad luck, believe my warning...
How could you base your luck on errors?
I am not ready to have a wife..."
I took my breath and said with terror:
"If you must, leave me, say it's over...
But for the rest of your own life
remember four-leaf clover!"
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