Winners & losers

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangles 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 to little, some too much, some sell, and other 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.

The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
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 sward.

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