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open up yet wider at the whispering of your name. This is where our love dwelt, adorning space with offering lips. Memory whispers of your dear name, remote murmurs of virginal sceneries, rustling images on to the mirror of recollections, the mind cannot hush what it cannot grasp. (Anna) |
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