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226 ʬʣʩʩʮ ˋ ʯʥ˦ ʣʩʬ ʱˌʣ ʹ ʲʰʲʩ ʤʲ , ʵʩʩʸ ʭʲʰʲʩ , ʯʷʰʲʣʲʢ ʷʩʡʩʩʠ ʪʩʠ ʬʲʥʥ , ʣʩʬ ˋ ʸʲʨʸʲʥʥ ʯˌ ʩʥʥ , ʯʲʬʸʲʥʥ ʯʥ˦ ʣʩʬ ˋ ʩʥʥ . ʯʲʷʰʲʡ ʳʩʥʠ ʪʩʠ ʸʲʤ ʸʲʮˌʨ ʠʸʥʮ ʩʥʦˋ ʡˌʤ ʪʩʠ . ʯʲʣ ʥʨʱʩʡ ˒ʥʥ ? ʸʲʨʫʩʦʲʢ ʨʸʲʨˋʬ˦ʲʢ ʯʡˌʤ ʨʰʩʥʥ ʭʲʰʩʠ ʨʩʥʥʶ ʩʥʥ ʯ˝ʩʬ ʲʣʰʷʥʶ ʨʩʮ , ʨʩʥʸ ʯʣʰ˒ʥʥ ʩʥʥ . ʱ ʯʥʠ ' ʯʲʬʣʩ˦ ʩʣ ʯʡˌʤ , ʸʲʨʫʩʣ ʲʣʰʲʮʩʥʸʨ ʩʥʥ , ʨʩʥʨ ʯʥʠ ʲʡʩʬ ʯʥ˦ ʯʲʢʰʥʦʲʢ . ʯʲʬʢʩ˝ʹ ʲʷʩʦʩʸ ʯʩʠ ʱʰʨˌʹ ʲʸʲʦʣʰʥʠ ʯʥʠ ʭʲʰʸˌ˦ ʯʥʠ ʳ‫ٷ‬ʨʹ ʨʬʫʩʩʮʹʲʢʰʢʲʷʨʰˋ ʯʡˌʤ , ʯʲʬʷʩʥʥ ʪʩʦ ʯʲʮʥʰʲʢ ʨˌʤ ʱʩ˦ ʲʰ‫ٷ‬ʣ ʭʥʸˋ ʯʲʥʥ ʯʲʸʨ ʸʲʰʲʣ‫ٷ‬ʦ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ . ˌ , ʸʲʰʩʩʹ , ʥʦˋ ʨʶʩʠ ʬʩʥʥ ʪʩʠ ʯʲʷʰʲʹ ʸʩʣ ʬʩ˦ ʩ . ʲʡʩʬ ʩʶ ? ʨʩʥʨ ʩʶ ? ʯʲʣ ʱʲ ʪʩʠ ʱʩʩʥʥ ? ʪʩʮ ʨʡʩʩʡ ʱʲ ʸˌʰ , ʪʩʮ ʨʢʩʥʥ ʱʲ , ʭʲʸʥʨʹ ʩʥʥ , ʯʲʷʰʲʡ ˋ . ʯʥʠ ʭʥʷ ʯʲʸʡʸˋ˦ . 227 THE SONG OF A GIRL That time, that excitement, I will always remember, like a song without words, like a poem by Verlaine. I’m so afraid that if I stop yearning— where would you be then? Faces fluttered like blossoms in the wind, with quivering lips like flaming wounds. And violins, like dreamy poets, sang of love and death. Our shadows in giant mirrors smiled back at us, stiff and distinguished, as around your feet began to wind my silken train. Oh, handsome one, I want to give you so much now. Love? Death? Do I know? But it bends me, it cradles me like a storm, this yearning. Come and burn. ...

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