nec meum respectet, ut ante, amorem, qui illius culpa cecidit velut prati ultimi flos, praeter eunte postquam tactus aratrost.
And let her not look to find my love, as before; my love, which by her fault has dropped, like a flower on the meadows edge, when it has been touched by the plough passing by.
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