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Tue, 25 Jun 2002 02:08:40 Regino, Every time the tortuous thought comes to mind that I will nevermore see the lady I will always mourn, my memory dredges up such grief swelling within my heart, that I must ask, "Why linger here, my soul? The torments you will be subjected to in this life which you already detest, weigh heavily on my terrified mind." Then calling upon Death, as I would call upon lovely, soothing Peace, I say with yearning love: "Please come to me." And I am jealous of whoever dies. Susanne |
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