Everything is safely stored in the Archives
it may not always be so;and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another’s,…that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
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