e, and because someto me today. But Im not imagining t Ill meet  joy and mirt it iful, I  is extremely beautiful to belong to a o give yourself. Dont laug to love a o abandon yourself to o absorb ely and feel absorbed by  is not le. For me it is to life, to leave you! I love you, Narcissus, and t of sleep to me today. I find it o leave you. You  forget me?quot;

    quot;Dont make us bot you. You  of you, I expect it. If you are in need some day, come to me, or call to me. Fare;

    kiss roked his hands.

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