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Yet each man kills the thing he loves,

By each let this be heard.

Some do it with a bitter hook,

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 hands of gold.

The kindest use a knife, because

The dead so soon grow old.

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 

- Oscar Wilde