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Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush / In a forgotten place near the fence / Where the thickets from Siever's woods / Have crept over, growing sparsely.
And you, you are a leader in New York, / The wife of a noted millionaire, / A name in the society columns, / Beautiful, admired, magnified perhaps / By the mirage of distance.
You have succeeded, I have failed / In the eyes of the world.
You are alive, I am dead.
Yet I know that I vanquished your spirit;
And I know that lying here far from you, / Unheard of among your great friends / In the brilliant world where you move, / I am really the unconquerable power over your life / That robs it of complete triumph.