Be twice alive with young and open eyes in a perfect place that levels speed and size. O, the perfect love that we would find there! Well, it won't be right and it won't be wrong, ‘cause there's no such thing with the language gone. Things will clear in the make-up of the new air (this will make better sense when we get there, my dear). And everything I'll see is only everything that's good to me. All afraid, none of us alone!
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