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If there were some slight trick by which I might
Beguile you to still remain with me,
I would not hesitate. Should I alight
Upon a way, whatever it might be,
To charm your sense and self so you would stay,
I would not be denied from using it,
Though all the world opposed should say me nay.
I blankly stare at where you used to sit
And know that you are leaving, and have left,
But every fiber of me cries out to
Restrain you from it, lest I be bereft;
Yet there is nothing at all I can do.
You are your own decider; I can't change
The order of the world that you arrange.