Three-way-tie for me:
If this letter seems cold-hearted
It conceals my own distress
Nonetheless,
We must end what never started.
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I am nothing,
You are wind and devil and God,
Charlie,
Take my blood and my body
For your love.
Let me feel fire,
Let me drink poison,
Tell me to tear my heart in two,
If that's what you want me to do.
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She was young, as was I,
Surely, she was much too young to die.
So I flung her crown high into the sky,
In a rage,
With a cry:
"Ariadne!... Ariadne!..."
And its jewels broke free
And they never came down,
But they stayed there as stars
In the shape of a crown.
And they're there every night
As a sign of our love,
And it fills me with joy
And it fills me with pain.
It reminds me of how much
I miss her and want her
And wish every day she were here.
There are no stars in hell.
Just as well.