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WAIVER OF LOVE

VIII

  Unhappy Catullus, stop doing crazy things, and what you see 
 lost, so give it. 
 shine for you at one time white suns, 
 when they went wherever I wanted a girl, 
 loved by us and not be loved and no. 
 were so many amusements 
 then those that wanted you and that she refused. 
 shone, yes, for you white suns. 
 But she does not want, and you-repressed passion-
 not want, or go after 
 who flees, nor live unhappy, but 
, hard spirits, Sit tight. Do not feel. 
 Goodbye girl, no longer feels Catullus. Well 
 not want, no longer will meet you or make you 
 prayers, 
 but you will suffer when nobody pray. 
 unto thee, unhappy, what will become of your life! 
 Who will be next to you? Who will see you pretty? 
 Now who you're going to love? Who will say you are? 
 Who are you kissing? How you bite your lips? 
 But Catullus, you condemned,  no sientas. 
  
 Catulo