“deprived of magic, wonder wanes”
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“my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude”
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“had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes”
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“I’m mad with loneliness and you’ve been haunting me all day”
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“the same—on this page, or the end of your fingertips—always the same”
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