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It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. And let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. Place gifts of silver in our hands. Her bosom like a two flamed fire burned raised in two regions, and in a double river reached her large, clear feet. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

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