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At first I would not reply, and my shame showed upon my cheeks, and the beating of my heart brought pain to myself.

Then I resisted, I told him "No! No!" -- I turned my head away, and his kiss did not open my lips, -- nor love, my tight-closed knees.

Then he begged me to forgive him, kissed my hair, I felt his burning breath, and he went away.... Now I am alone.

I gaze upon the empty place, the deserted wood, the trampled earth. And I bite my fingers until they bleed, and I stifle my sobs in the grass.