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çakmadır çoğu yeğeen; öyle ki herkes öldürür sevdiğini diye başlayan aslında oscar wilde ait bir şiirdir :
the man had killed the thing he loved,
and so he had to die.
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yet each man kills the thing he loves,
by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word.
the coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword!
some kill their love when they are young,
and some when they are old;
some strangle with the hands of lust,
some with the hands of gold:
the kindest use a knife, because
the dead so soon grow cold
some love too little, some too long,
some sell and others buy;
some do the deed with many tears,
and some without a sigh:
for each man kills the thing he loves,
yet each man does not die.
he does not die a death of shame
on a day of dark disgrace,
nor have a noose about his neck,
nor a cloth upon his face
nor drop feet foremost through the floor
into an empty space.
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