This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;
At first instance, to break away from breath -
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SUPERB! ! ! Bird, speak the tongue of birds: I can heed your cipher! The heart said, 'I was in the factory whilst the home of water and clay was abaking.
Whence came this breath, O heart? Whence came this throbbing, O heart? very fine.. tony