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I'm sure you never loved me anyway.
I never thought you ever would at all.
I never dreamed your eyes would turn my way,
That on my face your tender gaze would fall.
I heeded not your protestations bold;
To call me lovely was a lie, I know;
If I had given you my heart to hold
It surely would have shattered long ago.
I shunned the proffered sweetness of your kiss;
I loved you not; I knew your ways too well.
I know this to be truth, and so it is,
But still, I must confess, I cannot tell
Why, if I knew your love was just a game,
Am I still writing sonnets in your name?
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