I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,
Glad to forget all of the passion of April
Ere it was love-free.
I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly,
But if she returned, if she should look at me deeply,
I should awake, I should awake and remember
I am my lover’s love…
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