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Oh,
can
I
really
believe
the
poet's
tales,
that
when
one
first
sees
the
object
of
one's
love,
one
imagines
one
has
seen
her
long
ago,
that
all
love,
like
all
knowledge
is
remembrance,
that
love
too
has
its
prophecies
in
the
individual...
it
seems
to
me
that
I
should
have
to
possess
the
beauty
of
all
girls
in
order
to
draw
out
a
beauty
equal
to
yours;
that
I
should
have
to
circumnavigate
the
world
in
order
to
find
the
place
I
lack
and
which
the
deepest
mystery
of
my
whole
being
points
towards,
and
at
the
next
moment,
you
are
so
near
to
me,
filling
my
spirit
so
powerfully
that
I
am
transfigured
for
myself,
and
feel
that
it
is
good
to
be
here.
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