It's quite impossible that I should be
In love with anyone: I haven't time.
So I assure you, you will not see me
Sprinkle my days and nights with endless rhyme,
Sigh heavily and with a downcast eye
Mutter nothing's wrong, or flex my hand
As if the fingers itched. My cheeks are dry,
My heart is fully under my command,
And all of me is busy. So I'm not
Whatever you may think, or may have thought
In love with anyone, not even her
Or you. The matter's settled, let it go.
I'm not in love, and even if I were
I don't have time to let anyone know.
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