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This to my bold strong mind: go ahead, make
beautiful images endlessly, but restrain the flow so my intense pleasure does not renew my anguish, oh don't let these lovely dreams torture me. Be content with quiet joy, just that amount that gives strength, tranquillity against the evils to come, to meet them undaunted--death too. While the pleasure lasts, the hunger ceases, with the darkness my anxieties grow. when his light is taken from me again. Loneliness haunts me. If only only the rapture could remove the grief--but to bear all I have sustained has used up what strength I had. |
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Notes: B A2:47:79. In MS Ve2. Key |