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I locked my heart

And threw away the key;

I’ve played my part,

What else should I be?

I loved in vain,

Love’s only pain.

My soul’s a charade,

I lost the title of a bard.

Who else can I be?

Who can set me free?

You poked my eyes with a cue;

I’m blind but I can see

I’ve always been a felo de se.