A song wailing and bursting with the pain of a wounded heart, from the loss of love, driving one on to bestow value, ironically, on replacing a lover with a maid, who will merely concern herself with meeting 'banale' needs - to sustain existence, without emotional connection, and without the risks associated with being 'high' on love e.g. the risks of having further to fall when love collapses.

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