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Tete`-a-tete on a February winter’s night
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I: May I love the Moon?
Me: She is too far to be loved.
I: May I love Myself?
Me: I am not here, I belong with the Moon!
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I: May I love the Moon?
Me: She is too far to be loved.
I: May I love Myself?
Me: I am not here, I belong with the Moon!
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