There's needs I have I know you cannot meet.
You just can't do it; please don't get me wrong.
You ought to know, I think it's very sweet
That you've been trying to meet them so long,
But you can stop. It isn't going to happen.
I'd say you lost that battle long ago.
But don't be sad: it was no little tap-in:
It was a long-shot from the first, you know.
If my needs had been really meetable
I doubt I would now write so very often;
And if this malady were treatable
At some point my hard line on this would soften.
But neither is quite true: and so believe
You cannot meet my needs. But do not grieve.
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