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Each night he wept, his heart consumed by regret,

For the pain he caused, a love he couldn't forget,

Like petals falling from a wounded flower,

His actions wounded her, hour by hour,

Her sweetness he craved, her love he denied,

In the shadows he wept, his guilt amplified.

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