Oscar

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
by each let this be heard
some do it with a bitter look
some with a flattering word
the coward does it with a kiss
the brave man with a sword!
some kill their love when they are young
and some when they are old
some strangle with the hands of lust
some with the hands of gold
the kindest use a knife, because
the dead so soon grow cold
some love too little, some too long
some sell and others buy;
some do the deed with many tears
and some without a sigh
for each man kills the thing he loves
yet each man does not die
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