Each man kills the thing he lovesby each let this be heard. some do it with a bitter looksome with a flattering word. the coward does it with a kissthe brave man with a sword. some kill th
Ove when they are youngsome when they are old. some strangle with the hands of lustsome with the hands of gold. the kindest use a knife becausethe dead so soon grow cold. some love too lit
Some too longsome buy and other sell. some do the deed with so many tearsand some without a sigh. for each man kills the thing he lovesyet each man does not die.
