Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn`s maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice? Or at the edge of a pale path that encircles the farmlands, or upon the rim of a trembling fountain, whitened by a shimmering moon? Or beneath the forest`s luxuriant, raveled tresses where, calling his name, I was overtaken by the night? Not in the grotto that returns the echo of my cry? Oh no. To see him again — it would not matter where — in heaven`s deadwater or inside the boiling vortex, under serene moons or in bloodless fright! To be with him… every springtime and winter, united in one anguished knot around his bloody neck!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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